Not as cute as them other girls
You can trust that I'll stay
So your momma won't have worry
Cause I'll never leave
Not as hot as your best friend
Or as pretty as your ex-friend
Mad cause I made you leave her
Cause I knew her intentions
You think I don't know
That everyone knows, she's a hoe
But you still trapped under her spell
How is it you still can't tell
Don't care if she's a sweetheart
But you gotta trust me with your heart
I know how girls play this game,
Lead you to heartache
Trust a hoe once
Can't trust them again
If you think you're just friends
Better think again
Got you wrapped 'round her finger
Pity-party 'til the end,
Make you think she nice
Better not blink twice
Oop, better add ice
Burn you with her lies
Lust between her thighs
Spittin' game to the guys
Nigga, open your eyes
You're really hypnotized
She never had a boyfriend
Ooh, I wonder why
Probably 'cause she couldn't keep him
She livin' the hoe life
You think I don't know
That everyone knows she's a hoe
But you trapped under her spell
How is it you still can't tell?
Don't care if she's a sweetheart
But you gotta trust me with your heart
I know how girls play this game
Lead you to heartache
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The Days With No Sun
PoetrySometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
