I’m like, “Nah, not her bruh, she love me, she care about me, she know better, I’ma kill her, da da da, da.” You feel me? They was like, “What you gonna kill her for? You probably the type of nigga that kill your bitch and then kill yourself, ain’t it?” And I was like, “Yeah.” They was like, “That’s weak. You need to forgive her and move on once you get the truth.” Once you get the truth, you feel me? But if you can’t get the truth just forget that shit. “Your bitch gone fucked somebody, fam, you gotta get over it. All the old heads, you know the cool ones been through this a thousand times. I had to sit there and scare it out of her. She came to my visitation and let me know, and I forgave her, you feel me. Visitations telling me I could trust her, right? The first time it happened, I don’t mean to put your business out there, but I’m doing it to you since you like to put your business out there, you like to say shit about me. And even then, she came to visitation, dog. The only people that answer was really her, my mom, and my basically brother. The only person that looked out for you was your mom. Nobody dropped no money on your commissary. The niggas you took care of since they met you. Man: I understand where you’re coming from… Man: It’s no use worrying about these things man. I will kill this bitch if she play with me. Your dog tell you, your dog tell you that nigga fucked your bitch. You order pizza, you making sure everybody straight. Y’all fine, y’all smokin, y’all chillin’, da da da. Make sure you tell me the truth and I’ll forgive you. You go, you go to the, you go to the house. “I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you,” da da da. The day you get out, you see her, right? She kiss you on your lips, you feel me, feel up on you da da da. All types of crazy shit, you feel me, dropping bands. She ain’t got nobody to take care of her. First you took care of her for like three, four months. Right? He fucked your girlfriend, gave her lots of drugs, and fuck her, and fuck her, right? You come home. Your homeboy that you take care of, right? He fucked your girlfriend. So, let me ask you a question, right? You’re in jail. XXXTentacion: She doing the wrong thing though.
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