Lloyd Banks. Hate You More

Now she thinks she know me
Problem is I know her too
Separation the solution
We both don't know what we do
Hating bitches wasn't hating
When I told her bring 'em through
Now they sneaking, emailing,
Calling texting pinging too
Stuck my dick in every city
But I always figured you'd
Stick around when I got high
But you reveal when I was cool
And I was young, dumb, full of cum
Pretty bitches