What's done in the dark comes to light, for sho So the thing you did with her, I was gonna know You impressin these girls, Showin' off your flow But I got my own bank, So I'm out the door (oh oh) You callin' me sayin' baby please Don't believe those lies Crawlin' on your knees You're the only liar in the midst of me You're a first bag, So just get away from me (ee ee)
What you do will always come back to you I'm tired of playin' games with you I'm really not feelin' you and What you say Don't mean a damn thing to me Tried to make a fool out of me It's all just history
You make me wanna shout Make me wanna scream Make me loose my cool But I'm gonna throw my hands up
Day after day you're telling me your story Saying your girlfriend Just lying on me You say they just want what you got Wanting your post, boy I think not Man you think you're so hot You're the victim or so you say I guess they're throwing their drawers And bras your way I guess those condoms weren't yours Belong to your boys, call me deaf' cause I'm not hearing that noise
What you do will always come back to you I'm tired of playin' games with you I'm really not feelin' you and What you say Don't mean a damn thing to me Tried to make a fool out of me It's all just history
You make me wanna shout Make me wanna scream Make me loose my cool But I'm gonna throw my hands up
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Compositores: Richard Rodney Bennett, Kandi L Burruss, Tiffany L Cobb ECAD: Obra #3718919 Fonograma #1557904