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Pretty Brayah - Son Cry текст песни

Исполнитель: Pretty Brayah

альбом: Daddy Issues


I can't see em coming down my eyes
I gotta make her son cry
Gotta make her son cry
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
I gotta
It's cool even though you pulled a bitch move
Throwing temper tantrums making post like a bitch do
If I was you shiddd I prolly be sick too shouldn't never played like that
I know you thinking bout the times I always came right back
You was hoeing dick don't even hang like that that
Expected me to stick around how insane is that
Matter a fact don't even claim my cat
It all started back when he seen me out in the summer
Ass poking couldn't help to ask for my number
Pussy leaking let 'em lay the pipe like a plumber
Hit it raw I ain't think we need a rubber
Now you feeling stupid fuck Cupid
Huh
Ain't that's what you tweeting bout
I pulled the you what's so wrong why we beefing now
Now yo chest hurt cause nigga put his hands on it
Said you the man you stand on it
When a nigga start to miss me he gone need to grieve forever
Why you want my pussy thought that she could get it wetter
Thought that we could be forever but I'm out of yo league
You was sleeping on me now you wish it all was a dream
You far from a king you a pesent
Said you want me back it's a wrap like a present
Now you got the feeling that I had it ain't pleasant
Imma give yo ass hell cause you couldn't handle heaven
I can't see em coming down my eyes
I gotta make her son cry
Gotta make her son cry
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
I gotta

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