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The beginning You let her go and she might never come back You try to call her after two but you know better than that She wake up, text you in the mornin' "Nigga, this ain't that" Your life a movie but you won't do me, with this same act Nah, she ain't these bitches with they soul up for sale They got here to show us somethin', she can show to herself She just reup'd on the lease and cop the Rover herself Still in Donatella Versace and Coco Chanel You a, good girl but still a bad bitch I ain't mad at you, worked hard, earn the right to have an attitude Workin' on your Masters, puttin' hours if it pays Still keep your nails did, how many hours in your day? I'm just tryna keep up, shit when you tryna meet up? 'Cause you the type, I let my mama see my mamacita Promise long as you the truth, I keep the honesty up In your feelings while she into [?] with her feet up She a good girl but still a bad bitch Fuck a nigga free, she ain't got no time to play Call her anything but average, yeah Get it for her, she gon' get it either way She a good girl but still a bad bitch, uh Write a check, probably check a bitch too I don't know how you can manage Letras de cancionesI don't care about nobody else but you I like the way you do your hair And I like them expensive shoes you wear It's just the little things you do Then let me know you really don't care 'bout a nigga or a bitch tryna ruin your day Post somethin' in your DM, they shootin' away Ex nigga on your line, know he made a mistake He know you'd rather love him than leave him, than hate him to stay Got a nigga out Phoenix, said he play for the Suns Anytime you come and see him, he'll pay for the fun Got a nigga in New York, said he play for the Jets He'll pay your rent now, he'll pay for the next, but You let 'em know, they can't buy you 'Cause ain't no girl ahead and ain't no bitch buy you Niggas in your bidness, who you don't even reply to I know why they care but I don't know why they try you, uh You a threat, you the only one I'm wantin' Girl you set and you don't owe nobody nothin' In your bag, ain't worried 'bout she said Eight hunnid score, fuck a nigga street cred She a good girl but still a bad bitch, yeah Fuck a nigga free, she ain't got no time to play Call her anything but average, yeah Get it for her, she gon' get it either way She a good girl but still a bad bitch, uh Write a check, probably check a bitch too I don't know how you can manage I don't care about nobody else but you I like the way you do your hair And I like them expensive shoes you wear It's just the little things you do Then let me know you really don't care 'bout a nigga or a bitch Ain't tripping 'til a nigga lay a finger on your shit Lookin' an actress or a singer on your pics, baby You give him Beyoncé If money talks, baby, you say what you want say Standin' on the couch, fucking 'em up Got these niggas lookin' like, "You shorty, fuckin' or what?" She got work in the mornin', she got somethin' to prove Ask her what she doin' after, not fuckin' with you, hmm YSL clutch full of provolone You deserve your own fashion overcoat Know you like it when you top 'Bout your bidness but can make that pussy pop I wonder if your daddy know you dance like a stripper Friends holdin' on your skirt, while you holdin' on your liquor You a bad motherfucka if there was one If you don't bring a friend, we could make a plus one You a good girl, but you a bad motherfucka, uh Bad, bad motherfucka You a good girl, but you a bad motherfucka, yeah Bad motherfucka Make it drop The beginning From Letras Mania