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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Lyrics to Male Prima Donna
You don't return my texts You say my phone don't get no texts Whatcha you got, A-D-D? Add it up, don't equal you and me Like Shakespeare said, "To be or not to be" Sometimes you're Romeo with me. But if you ever leave me again, I'll down a bottle of baby asprin. I swear! I'll do it!
(CHORUS) You're a male prima donna But I can't help but want 'cha I'm an independent diva But I still kinda need ya Together we're apart It's tearing up my heart I'm in hell and nirvana 'cause you're my male Prima Donna
You slammed her finger in the car door Didn't say you're sorry, love is war, She got stitches, it really hurt That's her blood on your Polo shirt You're cute but you think you're blazin' hot You're short and you think you're not, You look gay in your skinny tie! I hope you get killed in a drive-by!
Once upon a time, she was just a girl, living in this world Then you came along, with your irresistible charm You drive a girl wild when you flash that sexy smile 'cause before she met you things were going okay, So go awaaaaaaay.or staaaaaay!
They call me Mr. Understood 'cause no one understands me. But when I spit rhymes everybody buys my CD. You get out of the car so slow, how was I supposed to know? You keep saying stuff behind my back, then how come I got the number one track? I'm the OG prima donna. My rhymes bite like piranha, Hotter than a sauna, Straight out of Lackawannaaaaaa!