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letra de wonda why they call u bytch - the twisted prince

[verse 1: the twisted prince]
look here, miss thang, hate to salt ya game
but you a money hungry woman and you need to change
every mf staring at ya, all throughout the school
you only feel it when you don’t play the fool, (pick and choose)
baby god don’t like ugly, some sh-t you already know
jumped out in these streets, too early, you was ready tho
a steady hoe, you was labeled that young
seems you was sprung, to the fact, ya black cat, had a n-gga hung
so much deception, it’s your weapon, out here you doing as you please
issa scandal party, when you on ya knees, no beg or plead
just hear me out, through this melody
you was drugged by hate, casted out due to jealousy
tеlling me, it’s bout survival
lying to yourself, think i don’t know, that you was suicidal
it’s vital, in the streets, whеn you tryna live free
but you down the road, running on e
can’t you see, it’s belief, that push a n-gga forward
hands on the kn-b, but can’t walk through the door
spent life tryna to duck it, but you made the list
and now you wonder why we call you b-tch
(i betcha)
[verse 2: the twisted prince]
at ya crib, f-cked up 3 kids and 1 bed
bout to put em all to sleep, just to chew a little head
in the red, on the bills, can’t be giving no more deals
giving slip slop top, just to get that ass a meal
got a body full of chills, on the corner, popping pills
can you feel, all the pain, that’s lurks inside your brain
ain’t the same in the game, got played in the field
gotta deal with what’s real in your lane
cause you headed for a route, that ain’t n0body ready for
been hollering for a week, bout a mane to meet
out here stealing from ya kids, true intentions of a petty hoe
finna trade it all in for some weed to heat
at the bottom of the mf ditch, need to get that sh-t together
looking like you need a stitch
i love you like a sister, and you need to switch
and we never would’ve called you b-tch
(i betcha)

[verse 3: the twisted prince]
mentally pressing, you used to be a young black queen
but you let too many n-ggas in between
got the mf nerve, talking bout who ya hotter than
kids too old, can’t throw em in the garbage can
shid, brenda had a baby, but she a different story (category)
bless the lord, and all of his glory
cause you got too many chances, dancing with the devil
you done dug ya own grave, yeen even have a shovel
just a feen to the feeling, fake love, it was gifted
life shifted, to the left, ain’t right, sh-t’s twisted
what’s missing, in your heart, it’s hard
for you to listen, at a distance, but you don’t know where to start
now you in the courtroom, contemplating on a pitch
waterfalls out ya face, they about to take ya kids
see you could’ve had it different but you lied too quick
and that’s why we call you b-tch(i betcha)

- the twisted prince

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