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letra de revenge - promonant

i’m with my girl late at night and i’m fighting to pay the rent. she say why you always leaving to go and be with your friends. i say baby imma man and it’s time that you get the picture. if i didn’t wanna be here witchu i wouldn’t be witcha. every time we try to pull it together it’s getting worse. and the s-x is getting less of a way to making it work. she be b-tching bout a status or people stalking my page. whenever we going at it i swear we both feel enraged. so i pick up all my sh-t and i leave and tell hеr goodbye. she so bad and begging mе not to go i’m making her cry. i said baby calm it down i’m just go finna rap some sh-t. she say that she better not catch me sleep with another b-tch

shawty gotta right to be mad i ain’t coming home
shawty sl!ck as f-ck and she know what be going on
she don’t wanna hang with her friends she’s all alone
hope that i ain’t out here deceiving her doing wrong

shawty gotta right to be mad i ain’t coming home
shawty gotta right to be mad i ain’t coming home
shawty gotta right to be mad i ain’t coming home
now she’s at the crib out here listening to this song

b-tch i’m in my bag, switch lanes quick fast. ion mean to brag, i’m the best you ever had. you talk a good game, but you moving too fast. i’m just tryna get us paid, why the f-ck you so mad? i ain’t on yo head when you outchea with yo b-tches. but you tripping, when you hear a n-gga out here on a mission. you know i gotta get it, ain’t no reason to pout. when i get home you getting beat on the couch, without a doubt baby

i’ve been on a mission, my new b-tch steady tripping. i’ve been tryna get it, i ain’t worried bout ya feelings. shorty mad i ain’t coming home, double cup in my styrofoam. popped a x no xylophone, n-ggas know what i be on. whoa! i be moving like a pro, n-gga you know how it go. and i got it for the low, b-tch ask my hoe. i gotchu sick baby, i know imma trip baby. i know you mad that i ain’t coming to the crib baby. you gotta right to feel that way, from the night until the day. i’m addicted to this money baby i’m stuck in my ways. why you always gotta attitude when i ain’t in ya face? gotta right to feel that way, i ain’t coming home today
shawty gotta right to be mad i ain’t coming home
shawty sl!ck as f-ck and she know what be going on
she don’t wanna hang with her friends she’s all alone
hope that i ain’t out here deceiving her doing wrong

i got shorty kinda heated, i see it she gotta reason. no need for all that tweaking, you know i ain’t out here cheating. just tryna make a stack or two, no need for all that attitude. yea she gotta ass, but imma pass cause she ain’t bad as you. stacking up these bags, i’m bout my cash up on this avenue. don’t trip about who after you, cause i do what i have to do. snap a fl!ck or mix a song, i live a life of rappers boo. before we clash, i’d rather bag this b-tch and bring her back to you

- promonant

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