go to hell. lyrics

[Chorus]
Curse the hand of the cards I been dealt
Curse the b*tch, made you feel what you felt, yeah
You the type that I don't wish well, I don't wish well
Give a f*ck you don't like me, oh well
I ain't the first b*tch, that I can tell
Don't hit my phone, b*tch, go to hell, mm

[Verse]
Always tryna sell me on some bullsh*t
Always tryna sell me on yo' self
Actin like your words from a pulpit
I could see through that sh*t at age twelve
Stalk my socials all that you want, b*tch
Don't give a sh*t that you think I need help
Maybe next time, try and be honest
So you won't be left by somebody elsе again

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, again
By somebody else again
Oh, again
By somеbody else again
Oh, again
By somebody else again
Oh, again
[Chorus]
Curse the hand of the cards I been dealt
Curse the b*tch, made you feel what you felt, yeah
You the type that I don't wish well, I don't wish well
Give a f*ck you don't like me, oh well
I ain't the first b*tch, that I can tell
Don't hit my phone, b*tch, go to hell, mm
Curse the hand of the cards I been dealt
Curse the b*tch, made you feel what you felt, yeah
You the type that I don't wish well, I don't wish well
Give a f*ck you don't like me, oh well
I ain't the first b*tch, that I can tell
Don't hit my phone, b*tch, go to hell, mm