We Cry Together (A Short Film) lyrics

[Intro: Taylour Paige & Kendrick Lamar]
Agh, I f*cking hate you
I swear I'm not gon' live like this
On my momma, I swear to God
b*tch always on some bullsh*t
For real
You ain't sh*t

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
I swear, I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass b*tches (Get the f*ck out)
Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass dumb b*tches
Wanna bring a n*gga down (Stay with me), even when I'm tryna do right
We can go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life, b*tch
f*ck you, n*gga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your sh*t don't stink, motherf*cker, grow up
Forever late for sh*t, won't buy sh*t, sit around and deny sh*t
f*ck around on a side b*tch, then come f*ckin' up my sh*t
f*ckin' up yo' sh—? b*tch, you must be bleedin' and some more sh*t (Ooh, I hate you)
b*tch, I don't owе sh*t, f*ck yo' feelings, you on some ho sh*t
See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with mе
b*tch, 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
You b*tch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What, you think I'ma kiss yo' ass or somethin'?
Nah, n*gga, you f*ckin' lame
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
You know what? f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, n*gga)
Nah, f*ck you, b*tch (Nah, f*ck you, n*gga)
f*ck you, b*tch (Nah, f*ck you, n*gga)
Nah, f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, n*gga)
f*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you)
Weird-ass (f*ck you), stupid-ass b*tch (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Taylour Paige & Kendrick Lamar]
Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you
b*tches starin' at me at Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up
Should've followed my mind in '09 just to move to Georgia
Swear to f*cking God, ooh
Oh, what, that's my fault now? b*tch, you power trippin' or guilt trippin'?
I held your ass down, stupid-ass
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' di*k-ass n*gga that's tryna go big
But you was suckin' this di*k though
Well, sh*t, I shoulda sucked his
What you say?
I shoulda found a bigger di*k
b*tch, get the f*ck out my face, bro
Oh, what, you mad?
Shut up, b*tch, you got me f*cked up today, on God
Haha, ah-ha, you mad, lil' feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy b*tch and tell her you all that she got
Let her know you packin' yo' sh*t and gotta move by the first
Man, give me these f*ckin' keys
Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work
f*ck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that b*tch, b*tch
Give me my f*ckin' keys
Nope, I like you parked in that b*tch, ho
Give me my keys, bro
On God, you ain't gettin' these keys
Give me my f*cking keys
Ah, now you mad at me, I got you hollerin' for nothin'
I do the same when we f*ckin'
Act like that pus*y ain't loose
I'd rather act like I'm c*mmin'
I'd rather f*ck off the juice
I'd rather f*ck on your cousin
b*tch, you said you gon' f*ck who?
You heard me, n*gga, it's nothin'
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
You know what? f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, n*gga)
Stupid-ass, f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you n*gga)
Feasty-ass, dirty b*tch (Nah, f*ck you, n*gga)
Man, f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you, f*ck you)
f*ck you, f*ck you (f*ck you, loser-ass), f*ck you, f*ck you, b*tch (f*ck you), weirdo-ass
Ooh, I f*ckin'—

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
I don't even know why I f*ck with you
Ah, I'll be damned if I'm stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, b*tch
b*tch, whatever is comfortable
This the type of sh*t couples do?
Shoulda thought about cuffin' you
n*gga, you dirty and you broke
Ho, you goofy and gullible, goofy-ass
Them insecurities you got won't mindf*ck me
Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see
Don't speak on my mama, the f*ck is yo' problem?
That b*tch don't like me anyways
b*tch, she gave you the Honda
And used that sh*t to throw it in my face
I find it funny you just can't apologize
Egotistic, narcissistic, love, you're all lies
See, you the reason why strong women f*cked up
Why they say it's a man's world, see, you the reason for Trump
You the reason we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame
If you look, I'on't speak, then I'm called on my name
I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remain
You the reason b*tches start f*ckin' with b*tches when they change
You the reason b*tches start callin' y'all b*tches, '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, you the reason why b*tches like you still playin' his music (Ooh, my God, like)
(How are you still—? How are you still f*cking talking?) And I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass b*tches
Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin' (Fake, n*gga? Fake?)
Y'all sentiment ain't realer than what you defendin' (Oh, my god)
It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims
Let's talk the truth, women in general just can't get along (Explain, n*gga)
Uh, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone (Explain, n*gga)
Uh, when Nate found a job, you said you goin' home (Explain)
Why R&B b*tches don't feature on each other songs then?
What the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Never mind, b*tch, I'm walkin' out
Whatever, n*gga, I'm off you now
Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt
pus*y n*gga, best watch your mouth
pus*y and mouth is all you got
Lay this pus*y back on the couch
Doggie style, then you get on top
[Outro: Taylour Paige & Kendrick Lamar]
f*ck me, n*gga (I'ma f*ck you, b*tch)
Nah, f*ck me, n*gga, f*ck me (I'ma f*ck you, b*tch)
Nah, f*ck me, n*gga, f*ck me (Take that sh*t off)
Ooh, I swear to God I f*ckin' hate you, only if—
Mmm, ah, ah
Mhm, mm
Ah, just a break