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| Lyrics Submitted By: IvIecCa |
| You and I, 'til the day we die.. (day we die..) |
| Yo, yo |
| Ex-girlfriend, how you been? I see you still |
| tryin to fuck with other women men, remember when |
| I first met you in my cousin's house, a week later |
| we was fuckin on your momma couch, now it's been said |
| that big girls they don't cry, but they damn sure lie |
| Look you in the eye, sayin you they only |
| You and I, till the day we die, said you'd never |
| leave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phony |
| Shoulda listened when my momma told me, soon as I |
| turn my back you try to fuck my homies, that was then |
| this is now I got a new friend, ever since |
| I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me |
| Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice |
| about leavin the wife even, picture that |
| You ain't want me when you had me, now you on |
| your third baby daddy, and you hate to see a nigga happy |
| So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty |
| Tryin to throw the pussy at me |
| "Now look at this bitch over here tryin to act like me" |
| "Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftovers" |
| Chorus [D'Angelo] |
| I'm still in love with babe (8X) |
| Yo yo |
| It's always you and your crusty ass crew, be actin new |
| Let me find out that you fuckin with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it |
| Waitin for the day that you front, and catch a lump |
| from my black butterfly, that don't pack a lullaby |
| Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her |
| in the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her |
| Pearl-handled twenty-two, my Boo |
| She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu |
| to the fullest, you and Hun can shoot the fair one |
| I'll bring the bullets, know what I'm sayin? Stop playin |
| You and them dyke lookin bitches |
| Actin like y'all jumpin somethin, go 'head with that bullshit |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis |
| Now you fuckin with the next guy, a Thug Nigga |
| Derelict be actin bugged nigga, show this nigga |
| mad love but get no love nigga?? Stupid ass |
| Plus I heard that he be beatin on you, I seen him |
| at the club cheatin on you, witcha best friend, got you stressin |
| And used up, pull your shoes up, all you need's affection |
| but you're headed in the wrong direction |
| Tryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas |
| All up in my face actin overzealous |
| Like you want somethin from Meth, I hope it ain't love girl |
| Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable |
| Misery Love Company, shit I'm livin comfortably, don't need no |
| nigga huntin me down for fuckin round, with his kitty |
| Talk to him, before my brother put a spark through him |
| Won't be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude shitty |
| And got you actin high saditty with your slut committee |
| You know I know; so go find another sucker yo, I been there |
| and been done that befo', and don't need it no mo' |
| That's, my, word! So go to your own with that there, word up |
| and tell that bighead nigga you run with that you was insane |
| Repeat Chorus |
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