You know there's two sides to every story See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch talkin' shit like a snitch Why you write a song 'bout me If you really didn't care You wouldn't wanna share Tellin' everybody just how you feel Fuck What I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack Well guess what yo, fuck you right back You thought you could really make me moan I had better sex all alone I had to do your friend now you want me to come back you must be smokin' crack Im goin' else where and thats a fact You questioned did I care maybe I would have if woulda come to me now it's over but I do admit i'm glad I didn't catch your crabs I can't sweat that cause Im not ur hoe