Guess What

Oww! Yeah
Keyshia! Haha
Jada
You made it, ma (made it, made it)

I'm tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks
You don't know what to do with this
You act like you listen, but guess what? (What?)
Nigga, I'm leaving you
And guess what? (What?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love (love) thinkin' you was (was)
Everything a real man can give me and more
But guess not (not)
Nigga, I'm leavin' you
And guess what? (What?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

Nigga, here's the photo (oh)
How I gotcha comin' up out her front door (oh)
Thought you had me fast, but damn, you didn't know (oh)
Every time you paged her, she would page me and tell me you were there
And that's a no-no (no)
How I let you go on for months thinkin' so (oh)

Wonderin' why you haven't hit this in so long
I'm a smart bitch and I gave you the rope
And now you're hangin' there

Tell me what in the hell you're thinkin'? (Not Keysh)
Being home alone another weekend (not Keysh)
I let you get away with this nonsense for too long
Ain't gon' be no more callin' this door

I'm tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks
You don't know what to do with this
You act like you listen, but guess what? (What?)
Nigga, I'm leaving you (oh-oh)
And guess what? (What?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love (love) thinkin' you was (was)
Everything a real man can give me and more (ooh, ooh)
But guess not (not)
Nigga, I'm leavin' you
And guess what? (Guess what?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

Now you wanna conversate (oh)
Sit back and talk about the mistakes you made when I was on your plate
But nigga now, hold up, wait now
Wasn't you the one that sayin' your woman knew I wasn't appreciated?
I guess it's safe to say now
Every man that you meet has a tendency to cheat
Shame on me

Because if you knew it was the same
Hope she was everything that you thought she would be
Stay off me

Tell me what in the hell you're thinkin'? (Not Keysh)
Being home alone another weekend (not Keysh)
I let you get away with this nonsense for too long
Ain't gon' be no more callin' this door

I'm tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks (ooh)
You don't know what to do with this
You act like you listen, but guess what? (Guess what?)
Nigga, I'm leaving you (oh-oh)
And guess what? (What?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love (love) thinkin' you was (was)
Everything a real man can give me and more
But guess not (not)
Nigga, I'm leavin' you
And guess what? (Guess what?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

Uh, everything I told you, I showed you
Everything I promised, came true, if not, boo, I owe you
And it's your loss now and it ain't nothin'
You know me, I still got the duplex across town (haha)
You wanna act hard? Yeah, I'ma give you your keys back
Just give me my platinum and black cards (give me that)

Uh, yeah, and I can't lie (can't lie), I'ma miss pullin' your hair
And hittin' it from the back hard
Uh, guess what? (What?)
I'm just bein' a man, I messed up (up)
Unfortunately, I ain't got the best luck (uh)
But at the end of the day, just ask me if I give a less f-

I'm tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks (no)
You don't know what to do with this (oh)
You act like you listen, but guess what? (Guess what?)
Nigga, I'm leaving you
And guess what? (What?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love (love) thinkin' you was (no, was)
Everything a real man can give me and more
But guess not (no)
Nigga, I'm leavin' you
And guess what? (What?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

(I'm so tired)
I'm tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks (no)
You don't know what to do with this
You act like you listen, but guess what? (Guess what?)
Nigga, I'm leaving you
And guess what? (What?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love (stupid) thinkin' you was (tsupid)
Everything a real man can give me and more
But guess not (no)
Nigga, I'm leavin' you
And guess what? (What?)
I'm needin' my keys from you

(Come on, come on, come on)
So where were you? Where you been?
You didn't answer your phone
You ain't gotta answer my calls?
So now you gon' try play me (ooh)
Yo, I'm tired of this bullshit! (Come on, come on)
Get the f- out!
Take all your shit and get the f- out!
I'm leavin'



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Writer(s): Sean Garrett, James Elbert Phillips, Christian Varela
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