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Spare Me
Abigail Asante
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Scatch on the beat
Court case come on a Monday, Tuesday
Won't be there and that's all on you
PA Beats
Rah, it's BKay, ya know
I went to a church in the south and I swear they said they'll take my soul
Have you ever been snaked by a friend then just for the clout they'll do it again?
Shut up fake friends, I beg you just spare me (PA Beats)
Have you ever been snaked by a friend then just for the clout they'll do it again? (Rah, it's BKay, ya know)
Beg you just spare me
Shut up fake friends, I beg you just spare me
They told me I couldn't and I wouldn't
They told me I'll never but I told them that's easy (light work)
The ones that hate me the most are the ones that jump when they see me, that's neeky (dickhead)
I put one hand on my heart and I swear, I'll never do me how they do me
And the day that he tell me he loves me
I swear I'll jump off the roof and shoot me (I don't want love)
How many times must I say that I don't want man and I don't want love? (ayy)
The only love that I want is the big man sitting on the right up above (that's right)
And I swear them girls chat bad on the net
And said all now they can't fight me (where they at?)
They're the same girls moving all mad
Wanna take a quick pic'? Just get right behind me
And it's mad, mad, mad, mad how them girls see me and move bitter
I'm a brown skin lookin' all cute, but they love my pics, but they hate me on Twitter (bait)
And it's mad how they hate on me but I couldn't care less, I said, "Fuck it and so?"
Go hide your man real quick, there's a creep outside called Ivorian Doll
Go find your man real quick 'cause he will get whipped if I give him my hand
Don't find yourself too dissed 'cause your man got whipped, it was part of my plan
And I won't dip-dip on your friend, that's dead 'cause I don't wanna end in pen (pen)
But I will dick-dick on your man instead, that's mad 'cause you heard what I said
You're whipping, the slip-in, your dick in
Girls in the end can say that they beat it (yuck)
Did someone say that their balls itch?
Stinking, go ahead and just treat it (ugh)
Ain't got time for your dickhead antics
Ain't got time for your lies there too
Court case come on a Monday, Tuesday
Won't be there and that's all on you
A guy got poked, a guy got cheffed
The cut is bleeding down on his leg
What you gonna do when the mandem pull up?
Would you really say what you said?
Hands on the Bible, hands on the chest
Hands on your head then hands on arrest
No, didn't bust that case, you didn't
Bro didn't lie, that's good, that's best
Behind them bars, did you have some time to reflect on the bullshit crap you've done?
Behind them bars, did you peep yo' girl have the mandem link up? Ask your mum
I didn't watch them movements there
'Cause I ain't your girl no more, that's done
On to your new thing, moved on quick
But your karma came real quick, have fun
You'll be back but that's all on you though
Don't need to plan it, Mars, Pluto
I didn't want no man in the first place
Don't want me? Calm, cool though
Move to the left, I'll walk on the right
When you see me, don't come and grin your teeth
Made a new friend, got the pengest bae
It's a guy you know, and a guy named Keith
(Have you ever-?)
Have you ever been snaked by a friend then just for the clout they'll do it again?
Got the timeline popping again, I swear on my mums, I'm due to go pen (mad)
What you know about dissing on chats but loving my face when you see me on road? (fan)
On my life, the truth to be told, they're zipped to my mouth 'cause I'll never expose
I'm dashing and runnin' in booths
Full time work, it's a full time hustle
Going quick 'cause I never wan' struggle
Life is a mess, tryna fix it like puzzles
To the opps, stop tweeting, I'm blessed
You're watching my life, your thing is a mess
We're calm, less stressed, I'm blessed
The situation, I may need to reassess
I went to a church in the South, and I swear they said they'll take my soul (trap mash)
Runnin' on a Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
Trapped in a closet, trapped in a hole
I don't wanna talk too much
I don't wanna talk too loose 'cause the mandem know
I don't wanna know them now, I don't wanna claim that church, long, foul
No yellow card, straight to the red
I don't wanna know, straight to the bed
On to the next, I'm onto the next, I don't need stress, I'm onto the next
Shut up fake friends, I beg you just spare me
Come like we're George and Lennie
More like blood like we're Tai and Kehinde
Rumours flow, I beg you just spare me
Beg you just spare me
Shut up fake friends, I beg you just spare me
Beg you just spare me (beg you just spare me)
Shut up fake friends, I beg you just spare me
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