17 Goin' On 30
4quan
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And them bitches that you hang around
Fake as hell
And that Louis bag i bought you that was fake as hell
They keepin tabs on a nigga know they cant wait to tell
You aint official girl you snake as hell
Why you do me dirty
Young rich nigga you aint deserve me
I really cant believe I let you hurt me
Why I even sweat you man I should of let you curve me
I was 17 fucking bitches who was 30
Every time I turn around
Its another nigga in yo face
And you wonder why I never call you bae
You played me like a dub
I hit you up and ask about yo day
But lately u aint got nothin to say
And them bitches that you hang around
Fake as hell
Told her I think we should dead it she aint take it well
You said I should quit the smoking 'cause you hate the smell
But lookin back on it I really should of gave you hell
Aint no other nigga bouta go through all the other shit I did
Or do the shit i did
I brought you in my crib
I let you meet my kid
You almost met my mama
I dont let my mama meet wit nobody
And you tellin me you love me but you really gotta show me
Girls wanna judge me
When they dont even know me
She wanna fuck me
Aint she posed to be yo homie
Dont ever treat a girl like she the only
So Take yo funky ass attitude
And yo mind games
And yo hating ass friends trying to find ways
Aint no respect thats why im comin at you sideways
Too much bullshit up in our time frame
And them bitches that you hang around
Fake as hell
That Louis bag i bought you that was fake as hell
They keepin tabs on a nigga know they cant wait to tell
You aint official girl you snake as hell
Why you do me dirty
Young rich nigga you aint deserve me
I really cant believe I let you hurt me
Why I even sweat you man I should of let you curve me
I was 17 fuckin bitches who was 30
You a party girl
Always in the club always goin up
You was comin home
Always drunk always throwin up
Move around
Can you slow it down
I dont wanna rush
I can tell you never wanted love
I dont want no love from you
Cant believe I fucked with you
Like I was really stuck with you
I was the one for you
But you treated me like number two
You treated me like number two
And them bitches that you hang around
Fake as hell
And that Louis bag i bought you that was fake as hell
They keepin tabs on a nigga know they cant wait to tell
You aint official girl you snake as hell
Why you do me dirty
Young rich nigga you aint deserve me
I really cant believe I let you hurt me
Why I even sweat you man I should of let you curve me
I was 17 fucking bitches who was 30
Yea
Fake as hell
Girl you snake as hell
They cant wait to tell