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[Intro]
Yeah…
You said you wanted a real bitch, right?
Then you got one — now you crying like a bitch.
Couldn’t handle it, huh?
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[Verse 1]
You said you wanted real — I gave you that.
You fucked it up, now you want me back.
Talk your shit, I don’t react.
You a clown, I don’t entertain that.
Tú me querías, pero jugaste.
Yo te di todo y tú fallaste.
Now I’m chill, I don’t chase.
You miss my vibe — can’t replace.
You say I’m cold — bitch, I’m healed.
You fumbled love, I kept it real.
You was cappin’, I was buildin’.
Now I’m up, and you still feel it.
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[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t cry, I don’t beg.
You lost ten, that’s on you, babe.
You out here beggin’ through text —
I’m too busy countin’ these checks.
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[Chorus]
I was too good, now I’m the problem.
You couldn’t handle how I got ‘em.
Red flag, red flag — I don’t chase that.
You fucked around, can’t take that back.
Too real, too fine to be stressin’.
You lost peace, now you guessin’.
Tú me fallaste, no regreses.
Ya no me duele, ni me interesa.
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[Verse 2]
You call me crazy — bitch, you lied.
You was textin’ hoes on the side.
Sayin’ “it’s nothin’,” boy, bye.
Your whole life built on a lie.
Tú me querías pa presumir,
No pa amar ni pa sentir.
Te di mi tiempo, mi energía,
Ahora soy fría por tu porquería.
You post subs, I just smile.
I don’t trip — that ain’t my style.
You mad ‘cause I’m too hard to read.
You lost a queen tryna chase IG.
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[Bridge]
You said I switched — I leveled up.
I was real — you fucked it up.
Now you stalkin’, actin’ tough,
But I’m done with that love stuff.
No me busques, no me llames.
You the reason I got traumas.
You wanted drama, got karma.
Now I’m chillin’, rollin’ ganja.
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[Chorus]
I was too good, now I’m the problem.
You couldn’t handle how I got ‘em.
Red flag, red flag — I don’t chase that.
You fucked around, can’t take that back.
Too real, too fine to be stressin’.
You lost peace, now you guessin’.
Tú me fallaste, no regreses.
Ya no me duele, ni me interesa.
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[Outro]
Now you mad I don’t reply.
I’m that bitch you can’t buy.
You had peace, but wanted pain.
Now you cryin’ in your own lane.
You call me cold — I call it truth.
You broke me once, I cut you loose.
No hate, no tears, no proof —
I’m that bitch that’s bulletproof.
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