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Until My Dying Day (Blanca)

de Mark Edgar Stuart

Baby, you're a poet
Damn, I didn't know it
She told me that you wrote it, damn boy
You didn't know she knew me?
Baby, ain't that crazy?
You say you didn't do it
But honey, I can prove it

You're telling everyone that they are number one
Baby, you're a smooth ass criminal
Now you better run, you left a smoking gun
Baby you're just so predictable
So tell me baby, who she
Wearing all that Gucci, posting pictures of her tooshie
I think she wants to be me
Talking to my boyfriend like she is his girlfriend
Told her you were single, that's what she said
You left a smoking gun, oh
Left a smoking gun

Boy I caught you good
You didn't think I would
You're so misunderstood, aw

You're telling everyone that they are number one
Baby, you're a smooth ass criminal
Now you better run, you left a smoking gun
Baby, you're just so predictable
So tell me baby, who she
Wearing all that Gucci, posting pictures of her tooshie
I think she wants to be me
Tell me baby, who she
Oh my god, so boujee
Hanging out in your jacuzzi
I think she wants to be me
Talking to my boyfriend like she is his girlfriend
Told her you were single, that's what she said
You left a smoking gun, oh
Left a smoking gun, you left a smoking gun
You left a smoking gun, oh
Left a smoking gun, you left a smoking gun

I know you did it, oh b-b-boy I know it, yeah, yeah
I know you did it, oh b-b-boy I know it, yeah, yeah
Because you left a smoking gun
Pew, pew, motherfucker
(Laughs)

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