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Tell her I said


Tell her I said that my house is still her place
Tell her I said that I love her
That I still think of her
But I wont talk to a deaf person in the name of love
Tell her I said fuck her,
For how could she?
Tell her I still miss her though
That I wont mind having her as mine again
Tell her that I said that I wasn't cheating, but now I will only for security purposes
Tell her I said that even though she Is smart and beautiful, she still made stupid decisions
Tell her that I don't give a shit
Tell her that her days are gone and like a stray dog lets meet when am hungry
Tell her that I said I love you too
Give her some mixed feelings
Lie to her how I made your night while she was away
Make her get away of finding away, then ask yourself why you cant beat her in her own game

Make her say all men are dogs
Tell her I slept with your friend Mercy
Tell her, just tell her
Make her lose her mind,
Tell her you are seeing me
Make her get intoxicated
Make her burn her livers
Make her walk allover the house naked

Tell her I got a new job
Tell her I'm seeing Wendy
Tell her I said a lot negative things
Tell her that I said, that you tell her
Tell her that am falling for Mary's roomie
Just find something and tell her that I said

*malenga malenge wa mapenzi*
*Doluh Words*
© *2018*

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