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Yeah She want this dick without the feelings, how revealin' She think that cat gon’ make me leave the house I live in She think that that cat gon' win me over competition Bein' a honest man don’t always bring you honest women Hatin' hoes ain't happy, happy hoes ain't hating If she got a man, that's perfect, I'll make her moan She go back home and leave me 'lone Single, single, single women, too much trouble She want to cuddle, wanna be a couplе Group chat bitches huddle, now she latе, now it's hate Chuck the deuce, now she puzzled, yeah This the part where shit get ugly, shit get petty Run and tell the internet for help, it’s so upsetting Now raise your hand if you never got pregnant to keep a man And you won’t let him see his kid 'cause he won’t be your man Put your hand down, now, raise your hand if you knew She was obsessin' over you and you continued and pursued And now she two weeks overdue And now you feelin' blue Ain't a whole lot God created and it ain’t about the baby All that Black power, "we shall overcome" shit don't work on baby Mamas, 'cause, look, I'm way too good At walkin' out of people's lives and disappearing for good SongtexteI'm way too good at many things I'm way too good at thinking differently I'm way too good at being peaceful, simultaneously Attracting enemies I'm way too good at watching a chaotic world and seein' symmetry I'm way too, I'm way too I'm way too honest once I had too many drinks I just get blue and start to kick a nigga tree Could drink my liquor, just don't take a nigga tree This that Billy Zoliday, I smoke that pawpaw tree Lookin' for evil, homie, it's a lot to see I'm from Atlanta, dog, it's not a shock to me And if your album flopped, it never dropped to me Got knowledge for these younger artists, probably But you could show them water, that don't mean they'll start to drink Plus, when you teach yourself, you learn to do it properly Yeah Possibly an anomaly or a prophecy You play your own game, you're no one else's property Can I— Can I get a Plan B, please? What? This is a pharmacy, we don't do abortion No, I want a Plan B We don't do abortion, sir! No, no, I want a Plan B And we don't do abortion! (Yeah, I know, I m—) Jesus Ch— uh, wah yuh cum inna har for? Nah, I just want a Plan B Yeah, but why yuh cum inna di people dem gyal picky pum pum for? Yuh shoulda cum inna har boom-boom Go to aisle fourteen, sir, you will find Pampers Baby bottles (Yeah, but—) Strollers (Nah, I'm just tryna—) Cheap teething equipment And all the other things you may need for your baby, sir Now, come out of me department Come out of me department (Yes, bu—) You are a father now Can I— Can I get a Plan B, please? Aus Songtexte Mania