Two tears in a bucket They ain’t on my face so fuk it He buggin I hear Em but don’t trust it cuz er’thing ain’t worth duscussing Ain’t nothing CHORUS: Fuk em girl, fuk it Fuk em girl, fuk it We in the club, clubin Fuk em girl, fuk it Girl he came in here late again Like a birch ain’t tired But if He put his mouth on me He might get da shit wired I done cooked, cleaned and ironed Took pics, promo flick shit in private Put up wit dat ghetto bullshit you tryin I was in ya iPhone spying, stop lying Two tears in a bucket They ain’t on my face so fuck it He buggin I hear Em but don’t trust it cuz er’thing ain’t worth duscussing Ain’t nothing CHORUS: Fuk em girl, fuk it Fuk em girl, fuk it We in the club, clubin Fuk em girl, fuk it Roll another jay Pop another bottle I got his credit card So ain’t no fucking problems Tonight my phone going on mute He text COME HOME… “da fuck wrong wit you?” A bunch a fly niggas all on me too I’m popping that doo doo brown, Uncle Luke I’m so drunk fuck it If I had a dick, suck it Don’t make me get at you in public Now let’s back to the subject Two tears in a bucket They ain’t on my face so fuck it He buggin I hear Em but don’t trust it cuz er’thing ain’t worth duscussing Ain’t nothing CHORUS: Fuk em girl, fuk it Fuk em girl, fuk it We in the club, clubin Fuk em girl, fuk it