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Boy, Bye!


Yeah, that's right I'm gay. But nigga what's it to you?
If you're straight then what I am don't matter.
Unless you're on the DL, and frontin' undercover.
Trying to serve up some ass on a platter.

Nigga I'm flattered, but that's not how I roll.
Besides, this band on my finger mean's I'm taken.
And even if I wasn't you'd still have no chance.
'Cause I'm turned off by your frontin' and fakin'.

Nigga quit playing, quit smiling in my face
Weren't you just braggin' bout having all the hoes?
Well then call them hoes up, and go spit game to them
Because your rap is so tired and it shows.

Boy Bye, Nigga! I'm still not trying to hear it.
And I don't think you quite understand.
You ain't shit in my world, not worth a nut, or a squirrel.
And I told you, I already got a man!


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