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It's time to face the music (Oh) A stay of execution No more distribution (The fuck you doin'?) You did this to me I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself Yeah, you did it to yourself Now, you gotta suffer the consequences Pack up the pack and swing it for the fences (Just remember that) Let's make one thing clear (Here) Here, my dear, my resolution this year No pollution, fresh air My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass Mile high club 'til I jetlag Raw stink, flow, casino And you're just like Ginger, we know Single negro, I don't need your double standards and hypocrisy And that fake can holder on Father's Day You a different motherfucker when you not with me Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery It's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at me Yes, I'm President of Debauchery None of that bullshit ever got to me 'Cause your pillow, billow, ditto Letras de cancionesBreakin' this shit down little by little I ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-poms Shoulda never let this dog out of that kennel Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout Who I'm with when I'm not around Just don't forget who you fuckin' with When steppin' on hallowed ground 'Cause you did this to me (Yeah, I'm) Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself) Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn't gonna help) Now many times have I got burnt And tried to act like I'm not hurt? Or take you back and we not workin' Like clockwork, this shit is agony You're draggin' me, Glocks burst Just remember, you draw'd first, toe taggin' me Ho baggin' it, blowback you deserve Get the bows, axe, bitch, my soul's blackening So actually, this could've been a lot worse (Watch) I could've namedropped you in my verse (Yeah) But out of respect for your daughter I won't blow your spot up 'cause your toddler Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (Yeah) And good luck with the father Bitch stuck with him now, ha, fuckin' Howard To the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse It's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (Oh no) Guess I must have got wise, you will not slide Just 'cause you can makeup an on the spot lie I'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired Hey Santa, I ain't cuttin' off ties Bitch, everything you own's in a box, bye Guess it's back to the trailer and pot pies Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes One day and you'll be servin' me hot fries (You did this to me) A taste of your own medicine, you shedded skin Yeah, you reptilian bitch Off of your knees (Yeah), beggin' for forgiveness Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch You ain't Em's bitch, you just regular him's bitch We will never be together again, ever And when you're in bed with him and wish you was with me Just remember that You did this to me (Yeah, I'm) Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (But you did) Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself) Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn't gonna help) Remember that you did this to me (Michelle) Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (Fuck around and make you famous) Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself) Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (So when I'm hittin' someone else and you're) Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout Who I'm with when I'm not around Just don't forget who you fuckin' with When steppin' on hallowed ground From Letras Mania