Lyrics

[Intro] Hello, asshole. Thank you for calling me back. I hope you choke on your own puke [Chorus] Ain't no use cryin' over spilt milk Baby girl, I had it to the hilt I'm sick of all your naggin' I don't need your lyin' Go 'head with all that braggin' I'm done with all that buyin' Seems that now you're spyin' on me Stop tryin' You never had it this good, girl First class but you missed the plane And I'm flyin' Ain't no use cryin' over spilt milk Baby girl, I had it to the hilt I'm sick of all your naggin' I don't need your lyin' Go 'head with all that braggin' I'm done with all that buyin' Seems that now you're spyin' on me Stop tryin' You never had it this good, girl First class but you missed the plane And I'm flyin' [Verse] It started out cool, gettin' letters from school when you're away Sayin' that you ain't gonna last another day Without the cinematics your skies were gray So you usе an umbrella to keep rain at bay Jane, you did it Now your name's all in it Thе circle of discussion that my crew talk shit in Can't go for crushed linen I'm more denim Didn't want it like that? You shoulda said in the beginnin' That you needed jigginess in your life Stop grinnin' Got you missing all of the nights Back spinnin' on the mattress Best supporting actress-winning Credit card access: ended No more dough Mixed messages? Stop sendin', silly ho No disrespect to the women But I didn't have time for your triflin' Feeling my creativity was stiflin' Now I'm coming home early and you riflin' Through my things while my anger keeps heightening [Chorus] I'm sick of all your naggin' I don't need your lyin' Go 'head with all that braggin' I'm done with all that buyin' Seems that now you're spyin' on me Stop tryin' You never had it this good, girl First class but you missed the plane And I'm flyin' [Verse] Red roses and Godiva Exchange saliva It was a loss, Jones No trust but to bone A sleep easy, speak sleazy, silky, milky sort of affair Started with a stare Yeah For body, but No need for tears Guess it just wasn't our year, my dear And cock can't stop the clock When you got Lady Chatterly digging in Pandora's box Wit' jerk sauce and lox Sautéed in a wok When we began the night with Scotch on the rocks Huh, the gambler's gone And I don't wanna right the wrongs The list too long It's a crazy dark And I can't recall all the words to the song It's a crazy dark [?] The motha fucka's crazy 'Sides, I don't need to see you again When my staff still fucking your friends I guess now you go by "half one" to African men How does it feel to have your heart traumatized by adren' You step to the wizard Now I gotta turn you out to the blizzard End of the rope was withered [Chorus] Ain't no use cryin' over spilt milk Baby girl, I had it to the hilt I'm sick of all your naggin' I don't need your lyin' Go 'head with all that braggin' I'm done with all that buyin' Seems that now you're spyin' on me Stop tryin' You never had it this good, girl First class but you missed the plane And I'm flyin' [Verse] I placed a planty on the table for you You understand my position but you still seem unable to view My culture, a statue, aloof to the realm of what dwells Way deep inside your cells Yo what the hell Can't chill Caught up in your occupation Still looking for a way to save the nation I remained patient Waiting for our bodies and minds to coincide For you to drop this facade And come hard with me I don't even really wanna know what you been doing in the past two weeks What you're pursuing or who you been screwing Anyway I'm not the one to presume Do what you want to My heart must beat to the tune of a different drummer And since we met you been steady getting dumber Running with fronters Claiming that I'm cutting off my come up I'm on the come up I come up front, you continue to keep that front up That's why last time you called, I picked up the phone and just hung up Hello? [Chorus] Ain't no use cryin' over spilt milk Baby girl, I had it to the hilt I'm sick of all your naggin' I don't need your lyin' Go 'head with all that braggin' I'm done with all that buyin' Seems that now you're spyin' on me Stop tryin' You never had it this good, girl First class but you missed the plane And I'm flyin' Ain't no use cryin' over spilt milk Baby girl, I had it to the hilt I'm sick of all your naggin' I don't need your lyin' Go 'head with all that braggin' I'm done with all that buyin' Seems that now you're spyin' on me Stop tryin' You never had it this good, girl First class but you missed the plane And I'm flyin' [Outro] What? Did you just hang up on me? Hijo de puta, quién crees que ere para [?] [?] [?] Well fuck you! Se acobó lo [?]