We were nonchalant n chillin, always jokin
Jus one word from you got me open
My lips, my thighs, everythin but my eyes
All about love til u started spittin lies
Like Judas you denied me thrice
Now I’m Shuttlesworth wit a heart of ice
You can be Lala, you play the bitch well
Think you got game? No way in hell!
Take this, say you like it, take that
I wanted gold but you wore a pinky hat
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