Kane

Kane - Between Us lyrics

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[Kane & Abel talking]

Sometimes, these buster ass niggas fall in love with these

trick ass hoes

You know what I'm saying, they forget about their homeboys

Stop falling in love with these tricks, let friendships go 

to waste you know what I'm saying



[Verse 1: Kane]



Used to be my nigga now some buster I don't even know

You ran up like some bitch pussy whipped by some dog hoe 

And I'm a poor stupid nigga you had to gaul

In love with this bitch who suck more cock than Rupaul

You fake ass niggas do fake ass shit

And fake ass niggas get pussy whipped

It ain't the bitch its the principle of it, nigga fuck it

We can handle this like gentlemans or get into some thug shit

She loved it, yo can't you see your bitch chose me

Nigga now you got the jealousy fucking up the currency

Its killing me so much that now I'm contemplating murder

can't you tell

I hope they got a hoe for you in hell



[Chorus]



You used to be my best friend 

than you let a bitch come between us

(Yo bitch got between us)

You used to be my row dog 

than you let a bitch come between us

(You know I take a bullet for you now you gone fuck it up)



[Verse 2: Abel]



My ex nigga its a shame best to leave that hoe alone

Let her game get in your fucking veins like heroin

I remember when you met her city lights, club hopping

Caught your eye doing that butterfly that hoe was pussy popping

You was hugging on her, loving on her, tried to tell you then

Better leave that freak alone she only out for your ends

You started tripping, tricking off that hoe outfits

DKNY, polo socks with them white reeboks

Two weeks later, she gave me her number that was it

Fucked that hoe like a gorilla, tried to kill her that dog bitch

And so, I'm hearing that you calling me a hoe

To this dirty little trick that you didn't know a month ago

I'll show you whose a hoe, ghetto, get the 44

Let this nigga know, let this nigga know

I met the pullbearer so them niggaz call me drama

I'm upset, get the black dress for your mama



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Kane]



We used to go to school together, shoot pool together

Now I wanna shoot your ass and end your life forever

Nigga keep on letting that bitch playa hate

And that he say she say will get a tech up in your face

Shut the fuck up nigga what, pass that fucking swisher

Never sweat a bitch never let a bitch kiss ya

Alright lets stop it squash it, no need to pull the trigger

For we be shot hunched over, she bending over with the next nigga

Its cool, I put away your concrete shoes

Cause I got some love left, but you was close to death

I seen it coming but got damn it was still kinda funny

How that hoe got between us like Nino and G Money

Cause fake ass niggas do fake ass shit

And fake ass niggas get pussy whipped

Fake ass niggas do fake ass shit

And fake ass niggas get pistol whipped



[Chorus]
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