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letra de we cry together - kendrick lamar

oh, oh, oh
hold on to each other
hold on to each other

this is what the world sounds like

nah, f-ck you, n-gga (f-ck you, b-tch)
you got me f-cked up
f-ck you
f-ck you

i swear, i’m tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass b-tches (shut the f-ck up)
unstable-ass, confrontational-ass dumb b-tches
you wanna bring a n-gga down
even when i’m tryna do right
we could go our separate ways right now
you could move on with your life (i swear to god)

f-ck you, n-gga, you love a pity party, i won’t show up
always act like your sh-t don’t stink
motherf-cker, grow up (man, f-ck you)
forever late for sh-t, won’t buy sh-t, sit around and deny sh-t (man)
f-ck around on a side b-tch
then come f-ckin’ up my sh-t

what? f-ckin’ up yo sh-t?
you must be bleedin’ and some more sh-t
b-tch, i don’t know sh-t, f-ck yo feelings
you on some hoe sh-t
see, i don’t know why you likе playin’ mind games with me (mind games, man)
b-tch, i ain’t slow nor ditsy, i know whеn you bein’ distant
i know when you fake busy
get out yo feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology

man, b-tch, you trippin’, who got you that rollie chain?
and who put that car in my name?
what you think? i’ma kiss yo ass?
nah, n-gga, you f-ckin’ lame

you know what? f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)
nah, f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you, n-gga)
nah, f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)

f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you (f-ck you), f-ck you (f-ck you)
f-ck you (f-ck you)
f-ck you, n-gga
f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you)

wastin’ my time and energy tryna be good to you
lost friends, family, gained more enemies ’cause of you
b-tches starin’ at me in zara, hoes scratchin’ my cars up
shoulda followed my mind in 09 and just moved to georgia

oh, what? that’s my fault now?
b-tch, you power trippin’ or guilt trippin’? (okay)
i held your ass down
you just kept me down, that’s a big difference (man)

stressin’ myself tryna figure why i’m not good enough
goin’ to church, prayin’ for you, searchin’ for good in us
lil d-ck-ass n-gga that’s tryna go big
but you was suckin’ this d-ck though
well, sh-t, i shoulda sucked his

what you say?
i shoulda found a bigger d-ck (b-tch, get the f-ck out my face)
oh, what? you mad?
shut up, b-tch, you got me f-cked up today, on god

ah, you mad, lil feelings is shot
go text that raggedy b-tch and tell her you all that she got
man, what b-tch?
let her know you packin’ yo sh-t and gotta move by the first
man, give me these f-ckin’ keys
give me my keys, i’ma be late for work

f-ck yo job, today gon’ be the day you walk to that b-tch
give me my f-ckin’ keys
nah, i like you parked in that b-tch
give me my keys, bro
on god, you ain’t gettin’ these keys
give me my f-cking keys
ah, now you mad at me
i got you hollerin’ for nothin’
i do the same when we f-ckin’
act like that p-ssy ain’t loose
i’d rather act like i’m cummin’
i’d rather f-ck off the juice
i’d rather f-ck on your cousin
b-tch, you said you gon’ f-ck who?
you heard me, n-gga, it’s nothing (alright)

you know what? f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you n-gga)
no, f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you, n-gga)

f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, i’m sick of this n-gga)
f-ck you (f-ck you), f-ck you (f-ck you), f-ck you
f-ck you, bi— (f-ck you)
f-ck you, b-tch, stupid-ass b-tch

i don’t even know why i f-ck with you
i’ll be d-mned if i stuck with you
changed my number, i’m duckin’ you, b-tch
b-tch, whatever is comfortable
this the type of sh-t couples do
shoulda thought about cuffin’ you, b-tch
n-gga, you dirty and you broke
hoe, you goofy and gullible, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
the insecurities you got won’t mind-f-ck me
womanizer, got no affection from yo momma, i see

don’t speak on my momma, the f-ck is your problem?
that b-tch don’t like me anyways
b-tch, she gave you the honda
and used that sh-t to throw it in my face (man, hol’ on, bro)
find it funny you just can’t apologize (this b-tch, dawg)
egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies (bro)
see, you the reason why strong women f-cked up
why they say it’s a man’s world, see, you the reason for trump
you the reason we overlooked
underpaid, under-booked, under shame
if you look, i don’t speak, then i’m called on my name
i am flawed, i am pained, never yours, i remained

you the reason b-tches start f-ckin’ with b-tches when they change
you the reason b-tches start callin’ y’all b-tches, ’cause y’all useless
you the reason harvey weinstein had to see his conclusion
you the reason r. kelly can’t recognize that he’s abusive

man, shut the f-ck up, we all know you still playin’ his music
said i’m tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass b-tches
fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin’
y’all sentiments ain’t realer than what you defendin’ (here he go, shut the f-ck up)
it’s a split decision, broads like you and real victims (look at you, look at you)

let’s talk the truth (okay)
women in general just can’t get along (explain, n-gga)
when tash got a man, you didn’t pick up the phone (explain, n-gga)
when nate got a job, you said you stayin’ home (explain)
why r&b b-tches don’t feature on each other songs?

what the f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
never mind, b-tch, i’m walkin’ out
whatever, n-gga, i’m off you now
yo evil ass kept me well in doubt
p-ssy n-gga, best watch your mouth
p-ssy and mouth is all you got
lay this p-ssy back on the couch
doggie style, then you get on top

f-ck me, n-gga (i’ma f-ck you, b-tch)
nah, f-ck me, n-gga, f-ck me (i’ma f-ck you, b-tch)
nah, f-ck you, f-ck me (you playin’, man)
f-ck me
nah, you playin’

stop tap-dancing around the conversation

- kendrick lamar

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