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| You seemed sweet at first Listening to my every word Trying to predict my every move Saying that you're good at that Too bad you couldn't read shyt I knew your plan The way you tried to hurt me I'm sorry but those rumors They held no weight And i'm not that naive bitch I read your every move I played your game I raised the stakes Played with fire But this tyme escaped Putting out the heat And laughing victoriously |
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