Fuck all you hoes / Get a grip
let them talk, it ain't my foult.
let them stay, let them snitch, let them be
let them die, let them hate.
because i care for you all but not what you say
i know mistakes were made between us too
and baby lately people have been crazy
they say some things that aren't true
and i can't lite
i miss you, and someday we'll meet again
and until then i will let you know
what can i say that you don't already know
what you don't want to know
well, i guess i'll have to show
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