Sore Loser

Know you hate to be ignored, but, boy, I've been bored
Keep calling my phone, shit dead like a corpse, corpse, corpse
Broke his heart now he sore, sore
Change the locks on the door
Damn another one
I'ma need a boo when the summer done
Need a fine brother like my mother son
Blah, blah, dun-dun dun-dun-dun
Had a few in the past, but them boys ain't last
Where them boys with the cash
Ex dead if you ask me (cah)
So, please don't ask me
He's trash, he's nasty, keep goin' walk past me
Who's that he's flashy maybe way too flashy
That's Diddy I'm Cassie
Free sample you can have me