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You Bad

Yeah you bad alright. But tell me bro can you handle your fight? I hate funny acting boys. Tryna play me like a toy. See, you got the game twisted. As soon as I leave you gone be missin' it. Now, I love you, truly I do. But why you tryna play me, boo? I hate to be ignored. Cause y'all know I go hard core. Step up to the plate or get dissed. And I'm tellin' you bro you ain't gone be missed. I'll be honest with you though. I really ain't feelin' you no mo'. I'm gettin' tired of your games. To be honest your lines are lame. I thought we would last to the end. But baby it's best that we be friends.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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