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Nigga, you trippin' I'm finger-lickin' Pussy better than hot sauce and chicken It ain't no competition Tonight I'm 'bout to fill my cup up (Cup up) And what you do from now on, I could give no fucks (No fucks) I can't lie, the dick good, but it ain't enough And I wish you the worst of luck And while you at it, tell your mama I don't like her neither (I don't like that bitch) She could go to Hell 'cause she raised a demon Keep that bullshit, nigga, I don't need it My number in your phone, you can go and delete it While you out there searching for something That you'll never find? You got a heart that beats hollow Won't let you break mine Oh, and time's too expensive Won't let you waste mine Mmm, and you'll learn the difference between diamonds and dimes Waiting and wishing for you to get it But you never listen or pay attention To the bigger picture, like you that nigga How you treat me like a side when I'm the entrée? Letras de cancionesI hate how you ran me off when I wanted to stay How the fuck you drop the ball when I gave you the play? Now our picture's just sitting inside a shattered frame While you out there searching for something That you'll never find You got a heart that beats hollow Won't let you break mine Oh, and time's too expensive Won't let you waste mine Mmm, and you'll learn the difference between diamonds and dimes From Letras Mania