Kendrick Lamar – We Cry Together MP3 Download
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Hold, hold onto each other
Hold, hold onto each other
(This is what the world sounds like)
Nah, fu*k you, nigga
You got me fu*ked up
fu*k you, fu*k you
I swear, I'm tired of these emotional ass, ungrateful ass bit*hes (shut the fu*k up)
Unstable ass, confrontational ass dumb bit*hes
You wanna bring a nigga down even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now
You could move on with your life, I swear to God
fu*k you nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfu*ker, grow up
Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit (man)
fu*k around on a side bit*h, then come fu*kin' up my shit
What? fu*kin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and more shit
Bit*h, I don't know shit, fu*k yo' feelings (you some on hoe shit)
See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with me (mind games?)
Bit*h, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant
I know when you fake busy
Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology
Man, bit*h, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What? You think I'ma kiss yo' ass? (Nah, nigga, you fu*kin' lame)
You know what? fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you, nigga)
Nah, fu*k you, bit*h (nah, fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you, bit*h (nah, fu*k you, nigga)
Nah, fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you (fu*k you), fu*k you (fu*k you), fu*k you (fu*k you)
fu*k you, nigga
fu*k you, bit*h (nah, fu*k you)
Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you
Bit*hes starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up
Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia
Oh, what, that's my fault now?
Bit*h, you power trippin' or guilt trippin'? I held yo' ass down
You just kept me down, that's a big difference
Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough
Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us
Lil' dick ass nigga that's tryna go big
But you was suckin' this dick though
Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his (what you say?)
I shoulda found a bigger dick (bit*h, get the fu*k out my face)
Oh, what, you mad?
Shut up, bit*h, you got me fu*ked up today, on God
Ah-ha, you mad, lil' feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bit*h and tell her all that she got
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by the first
(Man, give me these fu*kin' keys) give me my keys, I'ma be late for work
fu*k yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bit*h
(Give me my fu*kin' keys) nah, I liked you parked in that bit*h
(Give me my keys, bro) on God, you ain't gettin' these keys
Give me my fu*king keys (ah, now you mad at me)
I got you hollerin' for nothing (I do the same when we fu*kin')
Act like that pu**y ain't loose (I'd rather act like I'm cummin')
I'd rather fu*k off the juice (I'd rather fu*k on your cousin)
Bit*h, you said you gon' fu*k who?
You heard me, nigga, it's nothing
You know what? fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you bit*h (no, fu*k you nigga)
No, fu*k you bit*h (no, fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you), fu*k you bit*h (fu*k that nigga)
fu*k you (fu*k you), fu*k you (fu*k you), fu*k you (fu*k you)
fu*k you, bi-, fu*k you bit*h, stupid ass bit*h
I'on't even know why I fu*k with you
I'll be damned if I'm stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin 'you, bit*h
Bit*h, whatever is comfortable
This the type of shit couples do
Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bit*h
Nigga, you dirty and you broke
Hoe, you goofy and gullible, fu*k you talkin' 'bout?
Mmh, the insecurities you got won't mind-fu*k me
Womanizer, got no affection from yo' momma, I see
Don't speak on my momma, the fu*k is yo' problem?
That bit*h don't like me, anyways
Bit*h, she gave you a Honda
And used that shit to throw it in my face (man, hol' on, bro)
Find it funny you just can't apologize (bit*h, dawg)
Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies (bro)
See, you the reason why strong women fu*ked up
Why they say it's a man's world
See, you the reason for Trump (I'm crying, bro)
You the reason we overlooked, underpaid, underbooked, under shame
If you look, I don't speak, then I'm called out my name
I am flawed, I am pained, never yours I remained (come on, bro)
You the reason bit*hes start fu*kin' with bit*hes when they change
You the reason bit*hes start callin' y'all bit*hes 'cause y'all useless
You the reason Harvey Weinstein had to see his conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fu*k up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired of emotional ass, ungrateful ass bit*hes
Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'
Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin' (here he go)
It's a spilt decision (shut the fu*k up)
Broads like you and real victims (look at you, look at you)
Let's talk the truth (okay), women in general just get along (explain, nigga)
Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone (explain, nigga)
When Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home (explain)
Why R&B bit*hes don't feature on each other songs?
What the fu*k is you talkin' 'bout?
Never mind, bit*h, I'm walkin' out
Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now
Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt
pu**y nigga, best watch your mouth
pu**y and mouth is all you got
Lay this pu**y back on the couch
Doggie style, then you get on top
fu*k me, nigga (I'ma fu*k you, bit*h)
Nah, fu*k me, nigga, fu*k me (I'ma fu*k you, bit*h)
Nah, fu*k you, fu*k me (you playin' man)
fu*k me (nah, you playin')
Stop tap-dancin' around the conversation
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Hold, hold onto each other
Hold, hold onto each other
(This is what the world sounds like)
Nah, fu*k you, nigga
You got me fu*ked up
fu*k you, fu*k you
I swear, I'm tired of these emotional ass, ungrateful ass bit*hes (shut the fu*k up)
Unstable ass, confrontational ass dumb bit*hes
You wanna bring a nigga down even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now
You could move on with your life, I swear to God
fu*k you nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfu*ker, grow up
Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit (man)
fu*k around on a side bit*h, then come fu*kin' up my shit
What? fu*kin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and more shit
Bit*h, I don't know shit, fu*k yo' feelings (you some on hoe shit)
See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with me (mind games?)
Bit*h, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant
I know when you fake busy
Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology
Man, bit*h, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What? You think I'ma kiss yo' ass? (Nah, nigga, you fu*kin' lame)
You know what? fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you, nigga)
Nah, fu*k you, bit*h (nah, fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you, bit*h (nah, fu*k you, nigga)
Nah, fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you (fu*k you), fu*k you (fu*k you), fu*k you (fu*k you)
fu*k you, nigga
fu*k you, bit*h (nah, fu*k you)
Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you
Bit*hes starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up
Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia
Oh, what, that's my fault now?
Bit*h, you power trippin' or guilt trippin'? I held yo' ass down
You just kept me down, that's a big difference
Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough
Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us
Lil' dick ass nigga that's tryna go big
But you was suckin' this dick though
Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his (what you say?)
I shoulda found a bigger dick (bit*h, get the fu*k out my face)
Oh, what, you mad?
Shut up, bit*h, you got me fu*ked up today, on God
Ah-ha, you mad, lil' feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bit*h and tell her all that she got
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by the first
(Man, give me these fu*kin' keys) give me my keys, I'ma be late for work
fu*k yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bit*h
(Give me my fu*kin' keys) nah, I liked you parked in that bit*h
(Give me my keys, bro) on God, you ain't gettin' these keys
Give me my fu*king keys (ah, now you mad at me)
I got you hollerin' for nothing (I do the same when we fu*kin')
Act like that pu**y ain't loose (I'd rather act like I'm cummin')
I'd rather fu*k off the juice (I'd rather fu*k on your cousin)
Bit*h, you said you gon' fu*k who?
You heard me, nigga, it's nothing
You know what? fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you bit*h (no, fu*k you nigga)
No, fu*k you bit*h (no, fu*k you, nigga)
fu*k you, bit*h (fu*k you), fu*k you bit*h (fu*k that nigga)
fu*k you (fu*k you), fu*k you (fu*k you), fu*k you (fu*k you)
fu*k you, bi-, fu*k you bit*h, stupid ass bit*h
I'on't even know why I fu*k with you
I'll be damned if I'm stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin 'you, bit*h
Bit*h, whatever is comfortable
This the type of shit couples do
Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bit*h
Nigga, you dirty and you broke
Hoe, you goofy and gullible, fu*k you talkin' 'bout?
Mmh, the insecurities you got won't mind-fu*k me
Womanizer, got no affection from yo' momma, I see
Don't speak on my momma, the fu*k is yo' problem?
That bit*h don't like me, anyways
Bit*h, she gave you a Honda
And used that shit to throw it in my face (man, hol' on, bro)
Find it funny you just can't apologize (bit*h, dawg)
Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies (bro)
See, you the reason why strong women fu*ked up
Why they say it's a man's world
See, you the reason for Trump (I'm crying, bro)
You the reason we overlooked, underpaid, underbooked, under shame
If you look, I don't speak, then I'm called out my name
I am flawed, I am pained, never yours I remained (come on, bro)
You the reason bit*hes start fu*kin' with bit*hes when they change
You the reason bit*hes start callin' y'all bit*hes 'cause y'all useless
You the reason Harvey Weinstein had to see his conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fu*k up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired of emotional ass, ungrateful ass bit*hes
Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'
Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin' (here he go)
It's a spilt decision (shut the fu*k up)
Broads like you and real victims (look at you, look at you)
Let's talk the truth (okay), women in general just get along (explain, nigga)
Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone (explain, nigga)
When Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home (explain)
Why R&B bit*hes don't feature on each other songs?
What the fu*k is you talkin' 'bout?
Never mind, bit*h, I'm walkin' out
Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now
Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt
pu**y nigga, best watch your mouth
pu**y and mouth is all you got
Lay this pu**y back on the couch
Doggie style, then you get on top
fu*k me, nigga (I'ma fu*k you, bit*h)
Nah, fu*k me, nigga, fu*k me (I'ma fu*k you, bit*h)
Nah, fu*k you, fu*k me (you playin' man)
fu*k me (nah, you playin')
Stop tap-dancin' around the conversation