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truth hurts - xavier weeks lyrics

(intro)
yeah, yeah, yuh
legend made another one

(chorus)
she just for the team (mm*hm)
she gon’ buss it for the gang (oh*oh)
can’t cuff on a b*tch she won’t choose (oh, no)
i’m just being honest i ain’t rude (yeah, yeah)
she just for the team (mm*hm)
she gon’ buss it for the gang (oh*oh)
can’t cuff on a b*tch she won’t choose (yeah, yeah)
i’m just being honest i ain’t rude
(verse: xavier weeks)
like, where that ass at?
matter fact if you talk to me where yo’ cash at?
my last b*tch bad, new one been past that
too many models that i had used to track pat
yeah, twin*twin scared i’m a do the dash
b*tch we up and you broke do the math
and this b*tch dumb as f*ck she got stupid ass
you put your all in that b*tch with yo’ stupid ass
and this sh*t forever f*ck a hashtag
link up in real life i said f*ck a snapchat
said i f*cked yo’ b*tch which one might hit that?
she just for the team now you askin’ where yo’ b*tch at?
said sorry but she gon’ do it all again
she f*cked another man why you paying her rent?
but she ain’t have a cent, she is house sent
i been near monte carlo i been sailing

(chorus)
she just for the team (mm*hm)
she gon’ buss it for the gang (oh*oh)
can’t cuff on a b*tch she won’t choose (oh, no)
i’m just being honest i ain’t rude (yeah, yeah)
she just for the team (mm*hm)
she gon’ buss it for the gang (oh*oh)
can’t cuff on a b*tch she won’t choose (yeah, yeah)
i’m just being honest i ain’t rude
(verse: 2000baby)
i rather give away my b*tch like i’m sugar*free
i’m going back and forth for baby [?] specialty
press upon a n*gga with this pistol just for looking sweet
she said she wanna meet me so i told her “send a booking fee”
i know n*ggas throwing up the five like they booker t
diamonds on my neck no you can’t hold but you can look and see
she playing hard to get but [?] took a week
i bet if n*ggas know i had this 30 that they wouldn’t reach
can’t n0body keep it real cause that truth hurt
i’ll let ’em talk that banger off that [?] brodie too turnt
i’m stepping on these n*ggas for a minute now my shoes hurt
if i’m the chosen baby then why the f*ck would i go choose her?
she like pop smoke when i be in it she like “ouh”
he think he the one so she wanna f*ck with two
i can’t never ever leave the house without my tool
i’m sorry baby breaking [?] hearts is what i do

- xavier weeks lyrics

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