Lyrics

Sharon


Intro

Damn, what?s the matter with you dog?
Man this stupid ass bitch man
Keep calling me over there to come get this nigga off her motherfucker her ass man
Every time I do that she keep going back to with this dumb ass nigga man
I keep trying to tell her man you aint gonna be happy till that nigga kill your ass
And I don?t wanna have nothing to do with that shit
Know what I mean cause first of all

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Last night I saw her
In his fancy car
Car hopping ass bitch
Whew
I tried to call her
Yo Sharon
But I guess she was too far
Away
I?mma kill her
I did everything for her
What you want huh? What you want huh?
Cause to me she was a star
Oh yeah
But now I don?t even call her
Cause her brains not up to par
Uh-uh
And I wouldn?t care who you are
Uh-uh
You gotta treat yourself like a star
Uh-huh

Verse 1

Girl what?s the matter
You can talk to me
Put your shoes on
Come and take a walk with me
Oh he came to your house again
Wilding out
Now I?mma give you
Some thing to smile about
Now what?s his name?
And what he did
Where he be where he hang
Where he live who?s his kids
Cause I?mma have my dogs
Run thru his crib
It?s time that he know
Your mines and not his
Baby don?t worry
Let me handle my biz
Or he?ll never know
What time it is
Cause see I?mma tell him
If he keep fronting on you
Like he aint got nothing better to do
Then I?mma wet up his crew
And yeah I?m dead up boo
Cause when I see you mad
I get fed up too
So don?t try to hold me back
Cause this is how your love make me react
But it?s a fact that

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Verse 2

You aint gotta lie
I know you still with that guy
And I guess that?s why
You got that black eye
Cause he the type of cat
That?s gone give your ass stitches
Disrespect your moms
Call all your friends bitches
Yall argue over nothing
Fight over everything
He always talks marriage
Never bought the wedding ring
See I got two sisters
If you touch either one
My brothers gonna get you
I aint even gotta come
So on the real boo
I just can?t feel you
You aint gone be happy
Till that nigga kill you
You paging me 911
I?m with my son
Telling me he got a gun
Help me dunn
But for what
When all you gonna do is go back
And I know that
That?s why I play the low black
You tell me fuck him
And tell him fuck Boogie
Do it once damn you
Do it twice damn me
Cause

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Verse 3

Damn
What?s the matter now?
I thought you told me
You were done with this clown
But you all up in his face
When I?m out of town
Then all up in my face
When I come around
But see I peeped your style
And boo you aint real
You aint feel for me
Like I felt for you
And I was bout to let heat
Melt for you
Now you got me feeling sorry
That I dealt with you
You crazy bitch
I?mma find help for you
Next time he beat your ass
I?ll give him a belt for you
Cause see I?m tired of trying to
Hold him back
Especially when you keep
Giving up the cat
So it?s a fact that

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