Sucka

(Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes)
I don't understand, why
I don't have nothing for you
My pockets, they empty
I'm, broke

I used to be a fool (I used to be a fool)
The shit I used to do (the shit I used to do)
I didn't have a clue, took my money too
Took my mothafuckin' money nigga, took my mothafuckin' money, damn

But how the hell could I be mad at you
Guess you had did what you was supposed to do
(The movies, the meals, been gasing my time, the bills, shit hittin' like taxes)
I give you truth and you give me proof, That mercenaries can be hella cool
(The feel was real, I'm passive, the deal too ill, I folded, I'm lacking)
All I knew was relations, mind stuck in a trance
Pretty face and a booty, I give it a chance
Got the flavor of salt, now I switch up my stance
Only right to be straight forward well in advance

I used to be a fool, The shit I used to do
I didn't have a clue, took my money too



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Writer(s): Miles Taylor
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