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letra de the aftermath - senta the artist

senta the artist (get it right)

uh yea
i thought you was real (i did)
but you be off of the pills (pill popping)
and i be off of the sh-ts too ( i do too)
so how we really feel? (how we feel)
was it just the drugs? (was it)
or is it real love?(i don’t think so)
i ask the same question every time knowing i don’t really give a f-ck(swear i don’t give a f-ck)
man f-ck a n-gga(f-ck em)
i don’t really need a thug nah (i don’t)
i ain’t ever gon want n0body cause i don’t believe in love don’t believe in marriage either so you can get off your knees
oh you say you loving me(stop lying)
n-gga please
you capping can’t buy my love cause i’m taxing
im cl-ssic with a whole lot of bad b-tch
she ratchet and her face structure tragic
that’s what these n-ggas want so i’m staying on my own
all by my lonely cause only b-tch n-ggas want me
and i don’t want nun of these b-tches
so i be chilling with the homies
ima do it on my own i don’t need a n-gga cause i keep it on me
coming with a different tone cause my last n-gga was a phonie
(fake -ss)
back then i coulda sworn i was in love
got off the drugs now i don’t really give a f-ck
looked at that n-gga like he was ugly as f-ck(b-tch you was ugly)
aye when it’s over man i swear it’s really done
got another self before you love anyone
people quick to deceive you that’s why you gotta keep a gun
my head is filled with madness i can not trust anyone
i feel like they trying to get me but i am not going to run
ima take this sh-t head on bullet landing right in my dome
but i promise to see the throne i’m okay with dying alone
i hate when n-ggas call my phone i never ask them what they want cause i don’t really care to know you a hoe
why the f-ck are you calling my phone leave me alone these n-ggas just tryna get on
say they f-ck with me but really they don’t thats why i’m doing this sh-t on my own thought i could ride with the n-gga i couldn’t
every b-tch he f-cked with he shouldn’t
i got the cake and these b-tches is pudding
you layed with these soft hoes and end up with nothing
but f-ck it i’m turning nothing into something

- senta the artist

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