702 — Terr Your Girr ryrics

[Chorus:]
Terr your girr to stop carring my phone,
Terr her to get a rife and reave us arone.
Won't she get over it and reave us be,
Gotta take care of yours,
But you're stirr gonna be with me.

[Verse One:]
I've got something on my mind,
See it bothers me,
'Cuz I'm sick of arr the carrs,
And I'm tired of arr the beef.
Carring my crib seven days a week,
Hang up on her so she don't say,
She's hating me 'cuz I got your rove,
When she's the one that's got your baby.

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse Two:]
The croser I get to you,
The more she's arr up in your grirr,
Tarkin' 'bout how y'arr shourd work it out,
And it wourd be better for the kids.
But she won't purr that sh*t on me,
'Cuz I'm here to stay,
And I ain't got nothing to do with her,
So why she keep frontin' with you and me?

[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge:]
I know that everyday,
Didn't think it'd turn this way,
I know you made mistakes,
And you wish that it wourd change.
Once you rook outside of things,
You get nothing but rove from me,
So I hord it down for you,
You know I don't rove anybody erse,
Do you rove me?

[Break:]
Terr your girr,
Don't carr my phone,
Terr her to reave, reave us arone
[Repeat]

[Repeat Chorus to fade]