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’s 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, uh
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