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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
K. Michelle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RONNIE JACKSON
Songwriter
Jeremiah "Sickpen" Bethea
Songwriter
Rafael Dewayne Ishman
Songwriter
Kimberly Pate
Songwriter
Filip Lynah, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Ronnie for Little R Production
Producer
Demetris Bell
Mixing Engineer
Philip Lynah
Recording Engineer
Letra
From the beginning, girl, you knew what it was
What makes you think that your coochie is magical?
You took her man, he made you his main
But now you got his demons, you share her pain
Watch how you choose 'em 'cause the way you get 'em
Be the same damn way that you lose 'em
Here we go again, singing that same ol' sad song
'Bout a different man, knowing he don't love you
You can go on and on about how he did you wrong
But you let it go on
When there ain't no way in hell he was gonna change
Knowing that he did that girl the same way
No, you ain't really got much room to complain
Thought you had some game, you just end up gettin' played
So tell the truth
You did that to you, blame yourself
Look who you choose
The problem is you, blame yourself
Baby, stop acting' innocent, girl, you knew what you was doin'
You playin' victim all because he made you look stupid
'Fore you put the blame on everybody else
Point to the mirror and blame yourself
If you cool with being number two
I'ma tell you what he gon' do
Fly you out, take you on trips (alright)
He might fix your hips (alright)
'Cause you worth so much more than a Birkin
One thing's for certain
But that won't heal ya hurtin'
I ain't sayin' niggas ain't shit 'cause some of them are
But what do you expect when you fuck just 'cause of his car?
All the money in the world don't make him treat you better
Say, fuck love, for the cheddar, you just chose to settle
Here we go again, singing that same ol' sad song
'Bout a different man, knowing he don't love you
You can go on and on about how he did you wrong
But you let it go on
When there ain't no way in hell he was gonna change
Knowing that he did that girl the same way
No, you ain't really got much room to complain
Thought you had some game, you just end up gettin' played
So tell the truth
You did that to you, blame yourself
Look who you choose
The problem is you, blame yourself
Know you get down on your knees at night
And pray to be somebody's wife
How you goin' 'bout it, girl
It just ain't right, ain't right
Stop givin' all of you to somebody's man
Hella extra, tryna be part of the plan
And then you have the nerve to try to blame him
For all the times you laid there
While he was givin' dick to you, oh
So tell the truth
You did that to you, blame yourself
Look who you choose
The problem is you, blame yourself
Baby, stop acting' innocent, girl, you knew what you was doin'
You playin' victim all because he made you look stupid
'Fore you put the blame on everybody else
Point to the mirror and blame yourself
Writer(s): Ronnie Jackson, Philip Lynah Jr., Rafael Dewayne Ishman, Roykeisha Letrice Rockette, Kimberly Pate, Jeremiah Renaldo Bethea
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