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You ever been the “other woman”…

Without even knowing you was the other woman?

Yeah, this for him.

And her too.

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You pulled up like a bachelor, smooth with the talk

Told me you was single, just “healin’ from a lot”

Had me in your car, had me in your bed

Had me feelin’ like the only voice up in your head

We went out in public, never once lowkey

Not a ring, not a trace — how was I s’posed to see?

You played it like a pro, baby, Oscar-worthy

Whole time I was solo, but you was dirty

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You had a whole wife at home, dinner gettin’ cold

While you tellin’ me I’m special and your heart on hold

You ain’t just lie — you performed it

Told me “you different” but you just conformed it

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I wasn’t the side, you was the secret

Had me feelin’ real, turns out you was pretend

Sayin’ you love me while she foldin’ your clothes

I was buildin’ dreams while you was playin’ roles

I wasn’t the side — I was the one lied to

She ain’t the enemy, boy, you the issue

You ain’t break my heart, just bruised your image

And now both of us women know the limits

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Had me out here vibin’, postin’ lil’ quotes

Thinkin’ we was growin’, writin’ love notes

You said you ain’t ready — nah, you just ain’t loyal

Now your whole character lookin’ disloyal

You ain’t slick, just reckless with charm

Left a trail of “good girls” with emotional harm

Wasn’t even mad at her, I was mad at me

For not peepin’ the script in your fake love scene

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Now you blockin’ both like you the victim

But I hope every mirror that you face hits different

Tell her the truth — or maybe she knows

Maybe she numb from the lies you chose

Either way, I’m good — I’m clear, I’m healed

But you? You gon’ chase love you never feel

‘Cause real don’t sit on lies

And kings don’t cheat their rise

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I wasn’t the side, you was the secret

Had me feelin’ real, turns out you was pretend

Sayin’ you love me while she foldin’ your clothes

I was buildin’ dreams while you was playin’ roles

I wasn’t the side — I was the one lied to

She ain’t the enemy, boy, you the issue

You ain’t break my heart, just bruised your image

And now both of us women know the limits

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So when you think of me, don’t think “fling”

Think “proof you fumbled a real queen”

I ain’t bitter — just better with vision

Next man? No mask, full precision.