Caught You Slippin'
I caught you slippin', ay
Yeah!
But you say I'm out here with other bitches, ay
Yeah!
I don't know what the fuck you been sippin', ay
Maybe you just ain't listenin'
But bitch, I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slippin'
You've been actin' different
You're missin' the point
You were kissin' my boy
Shut the fuck up and listen
Been messin' around
And textin' these clowns
I've messed up before
But this beats that by leaps and bounds
You were supposed to be my wife
'til you let my homeboy slide inside, yeah
Think you can come back from that?
You got me fucked up
Guess I'm taking that ring back
What's up?
I caught you slippin', ay
Yeah!
But you say I'm out here with other bitches, ay
Yeah!
I don't know what the fuck you been sippin', ay
Maybe you just ain't listenin'
But bitch, I caught you slippin', ay
Yeah!
Bitch, I caught you slippin' up
So don't come back groveling
'Cause quite frankly I don't give a fuck
Yeah bitch, you must be trippin' if you're thinkin' I'll be pickin' up the phone
It's ringin'
Hello?
Just kiddin'
Go find a dick to suck!
Who you gonna run to cryin'?
Who's gonna catch you lyin', huh?
Not me
Who's gonna end up buyin' everythin' that you want so your style is on fleek?
Now you wanna act all shy like you didn't fuck around with the last guy?
I see
When you gonna realize that you don't bite the hand of the man that would've fed your family!
Yeah, now I'm living on my own
'Cause better that than a broken home with a Pinnochi-Hoe
Yeah, you ain't gotta grow your nose for me to know you were pullin' my strings like a fuckin' banjo
Bad show, bad Joe
Pack your bag, hoe
And don't look back, hoe
Bubz on the track though
With the mad flow
Finna get my cash flow
Yeah I'm freshen up the game like tic-tac-toe
It's Bubz!
I caught you slippin', ay
Yeah!
But you say I'm out here with other bitches, ay
Yeah!
I don't know what the fuck you been sippin', ay
Maybe you just ain't listenin'
But bitch, I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slipping, ay
I don't know what the fuck you been sippin', ay
I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slippin'!
Yeah!
But you say I'm out here with other bitches, ay
Yeah!
I don't know what the fuck you been sippin', ay
Maybe you just ain't listenin'
But bitch, I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slippin'
You've been actin' different
You're missin' the point
You were kissin' my boy
Shut the fuck up and listen
Been messin' around
And textin' these clowns
I've messed up before
But this beats that by leaps and bounds
You were supposed to be my wife
'til you let my homeboy slide inside, yeah
Think you can come back from that?
You got me fucked up
Guess I'm taking that ring back
What's up?
I caught you slippin', ay
Yeah!
But you say I'm out here with other bitches, ay
Yeah!
I don't know what the fuck you been sippin', ay
Maybe you just ain't listenin'
But bitch, I caught you slippin', ay
Yeah!
Bitch, I caught you slippin' up
So don't come back groveling
'Cause quite frankly I don't give a fuck
Yeah bitch, you must be trippin' if you're thinkin' I'll be pickin' up the phone
It's ringin'
Hello?
Just kiddin'
Go find a dick to suck!
Who you gonna run to cryin'?
Who's gonna catch you lyin', huh?
Not me
Who's gonna end up buyin' everythin' that you want so your style is on fleek?
Now you wanna act all shy like you didn't fuck around with the last guy?
I see
When you gonna realize that you don't bite the hand of the man that would've fed your family!
Yeah, now I'm living on my own
'Cause better that than a broken home with a Pinnochi-Hoe
Yeah, you ain't gotta grow your nose for me to know you were pullin' my strings like a fuckin' banjo
Bad show, bad Joe
Pack your bag, hoe
And don't look back, hoe
Bubz on the track though
With the mad flow
Finna get my cash flow
Yeah I'm freshen up the game like tic-tac-toe
It's Bubz!
I caught you slippin', ay
Yeah!
But you say I'm out here with other bitches, ay
Yeah!
I don't know what the fuck you been sippin', ay
Maybe you just ain't listenin'
But bitch, I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slipping, ay
I don't know what the fuck you been sippin', ay
I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slippin'!
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Writer(s): Joe Mckellar
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