I betcha think this song is about you

Sweatin' me but I'm not your type

You think you irk me and you're so right

I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out

Stupid bitch in my beach house

Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool

And be lead story on the nigga news

Not me sucker

I'll never be your lover

I'm gonna make you suffer

You stupid motherfucker

Oh, who you give it to

Who you gonna steal it from

Who's your next victim

Oh, who you gonna lie to

Who you gonna cheat on

Who you gonna leave alone

Oh, what ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You don't really love her

Oh, gonna be a showdown

Knock down - Drag out

Gunslinger shoot 'em up

I betcha think this song is about you

Don't you

Ha Ha

Hoo Hoo

Thought you'd get the money too

Greedy Motherfuckers

Try to have your cake

And eat it too

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sorry about those naughty words

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