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brabo gator – love song lyrics

[verse 1]
if i had a dollar for every disease
that you caught since me and you broke up
by disease i mean std you f-ckin’ sl-t i’d be richer than f-ck
b-tch i hate you i hope a midget rapes you
your only claim to fame was telling people that i laid you
yeah i used to date you, you used to be pretty
but now your face looks like its been hit by an h2 hummer
triflin’ motherf-ckin’ b-tch
wanted me to leave the mic
told that hoe to pack her sh-t
b-tch you gotta leave tonight
i hope she’s out there suckin’ d-ck
learnin’ how to blow it right
not to mention that her t-ts remind me of mosquito bites
search me on itunes b-tch i’m ballin’
and yes i change my number every time you start callin’
don’t bother me b-tch we’re through
i wrote this to let you know i’m thinkin’ bout you

[chorus]
(yeah!)
i got a picture of you holding a picture of me
you remember how close we used to be
when i was all about you and you were all about me
once upon a time we used to be free
but now you’re just a no good trifling two face sl-t
that you couldn’t pay me one million cash to f-ck
you’re a no good trifling two face sl-t
that you couldn’t pay me one million cash to f-ck, b-tch

[verse 2]
when i think about you i cringe
i know it didn’t work between us amen
i will not be your friend so don’t call me anymore
cause i don’t wanna talk to a gap tw-t wh0r-
your s-x sk!lls are poor i wish i never knew ya
your ragged hole p-ssy smells like a barracuda
you used to call me arrogant just to make me mad
when you know i ain’t the type of guy to brag
but hey b-tch i got a lincoln a charger a quarter million dollar
a crib with a fridge that i only use for water
i’m in restaurants three times a day
first cl-ss when i fly away
i ain’t tryna brag b-tch i’m just tryna say
i got big rims a big chain
two dogs and two maids
i’m too paid you’re too lame
and too loose so today
i wrote a song to say
to tell you it be 2k
just see me or book me
you mad b-tch well touche

[verse 3]
you used to be beautiful a baby doll
slim waist bubble b-tt girl you had it all
you used to cheer during football and basketball
now you’re poppin’ pills addicted to noasatal
get it no–ss-at-all ms. flat booty
i rather f-ck a cross eyed sprung fat groupie
do me a favor quit telling people you knew me
‘fore i tell your f-got boyfriend that you’re still trying to screw me
i’m moving on up while you’re throat’s gettin’ f-cked
by any guy claimin’ that he makes big bucks
you’re a sl-t bug a wh0r- a skeezer a b-tch
a c-nt a wench a trick a witch
a bopper a tramp a hefer a sk-nk
a harlot a hooker your p-ssy is rank
concubine lose it jezebel hoe
you crossed my mind so i thought i’d say h-llo
(b-tch) b-tch

- brabo gator lyrics

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