Tohle je pisnicka,ktera dokonale popisuje muj nynejsi stav nebo jak to nazvat....Kelly Rowland mi vazne mluvi z duse..bohuzel..:-(

Look... I ain't got nothin' to say to you
I can't even believe you
Ha, you know what
I'm too fly for this shit
You playin' yourself

Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why is she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in the morning
I can't take this no more

Look nigga, whatchu think this is?
You treat me like a random chick
You done forgot who introduced you to rocks
And poppin' all that cris and shit
Who let you hit it from the back anyway that you like
And any debts I can pay the price
I thought I was a chick you would make your wife (damn)
And now a bitch can't even stay the night (you wack)
I can't even look in your face without wantin' to slap you
Damn, I thank God I ain't get that tatoo
You betta thank God I ain't have that strap boo
You ain't even worth that trick get at you
Matter fact, trick get at dude
I'm convinced, I ain't got shit to ask you
And tell that trifflin' bitch, she can have you
I ain't lookin' atchu no more, I'm lookin' past you

When my girl came through with the news
All I did was think about me and you like damn (damn)
What a chick gotta do to get with a real nigga
That know how to stay true like man (man)
No more quarter to eights
You betta hop on a bus or a cab
I shed so many tears, can't believe how many years
The baddest bitch put up witchur dusty ass (yeah)
Now you know that I'm the queen of Miami (uh huh)
All that loud talkin', lying, save that shit for your mami (ha ha)
Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much)
I'm like uh huh (uh huh), okay (okay), wassup (wassup), shut up (shut up)

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