I’ve never seen a man that I f#cking need
You’re all replaceable
Don’t ever get too comfortable, and don’t ever think otherwise
You’re a guest in this household
And you can be kicked out just as quickly as you’re welcomed in
I’m sick of these hoes
I’m sick of these hoes
I’m sick of these hoes
I’m sick of these hoes
You said that you want love, no Netflix & chill
But you have a high body count and high sex appeal?
I’m like b#tch be for real
I’m like b#tch be for real
You say you’re going out to buy an automobile
At 11 PM wearing six-inch heels?
I’m like b#tch be for real
I’m like b#tch be for real
I be analyzing hoes, call me Big Perk (carry on)
You were like my India, you did me like I’m Durk (man what)
My life’s already hard, I don’t know why you made it worse
I don’t go out hurting women just because I’ve been hurt
Well I hurt a girl before, and I didn’t like it much
Cuz I know how she felt when she got left in the dust
I just ate her up and threw her out like she was pizza crust
I aced a feminist class, and I still call women sl#ts
“Man, why do you do that Jace?” I don’t know why
But I can tell you that I’m sick of everybody’s lies
Thinking men don’t want relationships and don’t wanna get engaged
You only think that cuz it was on your for-you page (facts)
Social media got you in your feelings, b
It made you insecure and now you took it out on me
I’m not responsible for your responsibilities
That’s why us guys are only focused on the money
Money won’t ghost me, money won’t cheat (cheat)
Money won’t chase a n#gg# wearing sports cleats (run it up)
Money won’t go all night in the streets
And money won’t be desperate for some f#cking meat, damn
Can’t f#ck with a bih (hell nah)
They’re h#rn# as sh#t (hell yeah)
You give her the dick (what she do?)
She’s attached to you, bih (g#dd#mn)
She’ll go everywhere you go, don’t matter who you with (what the f#ck?)
That sh#t is blasphemous, shout-out Stephen A. Smith
You said that you want love, no Netflix & chill
But you have a high body count and high sex appeal?
I’m like b#tch be for real
I’m like b#tch be for real
You say you’re going out to buy an automobile
At 11 PM wearing six-inch heels?
I’m like b#tch be for real
I’m like b#tch be for real
I’m sick of these hoes
I’m sick of these hoes
I’m sick of these hoes
I’m sick of these hoes
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