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Love him at his worst, thats my baby

Dripped him in the sauce and turned his legs to spaghetti

Pop up and pop off like Im releasing confetti

Soon as they saw him with me they started releasing confessions

I don't do the get-back, but he say I move petty

Sometimes I think that she better but then the mirror looks at me

And its blinding, a diamond, I'm in love with my reflection

And he say he don't cheat but somehow I'm the "exception"

Okay

Pull the chair out and the tongue is his seat

Let me find out that you missed your beat