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 Imma need boo when the summer done Need a fine brother like my mother son Blah, blah, 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 So, please don't ask me He's trash, he's nasty Keep going 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