Bingx - The Break Up lyrics

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Bingx - The Break Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] We used to love each other now we argue, fuss and fight Throwing dishes at a n***a, that ain't f**in' right I'm paranoid, I go to sleep I gotta tuck a knife Cause she might take my life in the middle of the night I shouldn't have cheated, I'm sorry 'bout the side b**hes But I was cursed with a dick, baby, my mind's twisted Psych, that's no excuse for the bullsh** But honestly I didn't believe that you weren't doin' sh** Uh, and now she want me out the house She tell a n***a "Bounce," she got me sleepin' on the couch And my kids like "Damn, the living room is dad's home" Dissin' on that n***a loading his shows, you mad wrong Damn, ain't nothing like a broke heart Threw my exclusive kicks and sh** in the front yard It gets major, four months later She can't stand a n***a drawin' up divorce papers [Chorus: Bingx] She been mad ever since Monday And it's already Sunday I mean tomorrow make a week of it She don't wanna speak of sh** But you don't give a f** about that, though She don't give a f** about that, though You don't give a f** about that, no, no, no I know I made mistakes, I'm beggin' you to stay, girl But you don't give a f** about that [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] She moving on, now a n***a gettin' jealous Ass gettin' fatter, did it for the new fella Aye, newsletter, what the f** can you tell her? b**h, I ain't doing bad, sh**, I'm stackin' new cheddar I still wanna split the n***a's wig Don't s** a n***a's dick then go home and kiss the kids Cause that'd be some real foul sh** I hope all ya teeth fall out ya mouth, b**h Lord knows, I'm sorry I wasn't loyal Ya sister hate me but ya momma still [?] I pray to god we find happiness Aye, we deserve it, we carried a lot of baggages Uh, I hope the kids are just swell Don't date no lames that wear sandals and neck shells Time pa**, we enjoyin' our life Aye, once upon a time I called you my wife And now we out [Chorus: Bingx] (x2) She been mad ever since Monday And it's already Sunday I mean tomorrow make a week of it She don't wanna speak of sh** But you don't give a f** about that, though She don't give a f** about that, though You don't give a f** about that, no, no, no I know I made mistakes, I'm beggin' you to stay, girl But you don't give a f** about that

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