Correction Lyrics How It’s Goin’ Down by Fakebitcheshero

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What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest b*t*h around
Is you with me or what?
N***a if you cross me you cut
I heard you b*t*hes checking for me what’s up

Maybe I deserve a iller n***a or maybe I deserve you
Maybe I deserve a little more for what I’ve grown through
All them phone calls from other b*t*hes let’s expose you
Talking bout’ you seen me with some n***a when you rolled through
You was f**king round’ with other b*t*hes I’m supposed to find another n***a who gon treat me like he spose’ to
Yeah you hurting now but all that sh*t I had to go through really had me looking at you different
I’m thinking to myself “I’m like this n***a really trippin’”
I’m the realest b*t*h this n***a ever put his d**k in
How you cross me? Sh*t I was with you since the trenches
Pillow talking n***a got these b*t*hes in my business
You know these b*t*hes hate me n***a
You was in your feelings
You f**king round’ with these b*t*hes?
Tell me that you didn’t
Ima get you back n***a you gon really feel it
Ima f**k a n***a that you hate, and let him drill it

Ima f**k a n***a that you hate, and let him drill it
N***a, and it’s just like that
All them other b*t*hes sweet but this sh*t not that
Man I different than these b*t*hes n***a I cheat back
(Talk to em)
What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest b*t*h around
Is you with me or what?
N***a if you cross me you cut
I heard you b*t*hes checking for me what’s up

I’m politicking with this n***a wondering if Ima f**k him
He say he gettin’ money so I tuck him
I’m asking for a gran after gran like it’s nothing
The n***a cut the check I’m bounced on him, He was lunchin’
I told you b*t*hes ride I want the action I ain’t ducking
But all you b*t*hes sweet, you pillsbury, you a muffin
The real b*t*hes f**k with me, they know i get it jumpin
You the type of b*t*h who fall in love so now you cuffing
Oh you the type of b*t*h who say you coming but you bluffin
Oh you the type of b*t*h who I could tell that had nothing
So you steady hating on a b*t*h cause she was buzzing
I’m the type of b*t*h to chase a bag for some sh*t I never had
I got plans on getting rich and I keep dreaming bout’ a jag
I could never join you b*t*hes, sis my name is not ya dad

I keep flexing on you hoes, I’m the reason why you mad
I’m that b*t*h, you know I’m it, call it tag

What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest b*t*h around
Is you with me or what?

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