Tell Me Why (feat. Killa Twan)
She say she tired of being misled
She wanna fight with me, I'd rather fuck instead
All her homegirls planting gossip in her head
I'm just a young nigga trapping tryna get this bread
All these hoes on my dick but I keep it player
Don't entertain her couple years ago I'd probably slay her
These money hungry hoes all looking for a savior
Cant let these hoes manipulate ya
Boy go get yo paper
Them bitches ain't yo friend, then hoes really haters
A lot of em instigators, most of em manipulators
Why she worried about our house she ain't even our neighbor
You done fussing?
If you ain't then imma come back later
Bitch, fuck you mean you sick and tired of me
Thought it was til death do us part bitch you lied to me
Yeah you stole heart, robbery
Used me for fashion, jewelry and shopping sprees
Listening to them single hoes got you single too
Hope you ain't thinking of me cause I don't think of you
Me and my new chick is out here making moves
Yeah, you fucked up but I thank you boo
Now the only time you see me, IG or TV
Bitch ready to slice her wrist cause she miss this weenie
Yeah, I regret it all besides the kids
I had to leave you like your father did your mama bitch
I swear to god if I would've stayed around you one more day
I would've choke the shit out your ass
Like Ike did Tina Turner or fucked you up
Like Ray Rice did his wife on the elevator
You feel me
Uh
She wanna fight with me, I'd rather fuck instead
All her homegirls planting gossip in her head
I'm just a young nigga trapping tryna get this bread
All these hoes on my dick but I keep it player
Don't entertain her couple years ago I'd probably slay her
These money hungry hoes all looking for a savior
Cant let these hoes manipulate ya
Boy go get yo paper
Them bitches ain't yo friend, then hoes really haters
A lot of em instigators, most of em manipulators
Why she worried about our house she ain't even our neighbor
You done fussing?
If you ain't then imma come back later
Bitch, fuck you mean you sick and tired of me
Thought it was til death do us part bitch you lied to me
Yeah you stole heart, robbery
Used me for fashion, jewelry and shopping sprees
Listening to them single hoes got you single too
Hope you ain't thinking of me cause I don't think of you
Me and my new chick is out here making moves
Yeah, you fucked up but I thank you boo
Now the only time you see me, IG or TV
Bitch ready to slice her wrist cause she miss this weenie
Yeah, I regret it all besides the kids
I had to leave you like your father did your mama bitch
I swear to god if I would've stayed around you one more day
I would've choke the shit out your ass
Like Ike did Tina Turner or fucked you up
Like Ray Rice did his wife on the elevator
You feel me
Uh
Credits
Writer(s): Antwan Powns
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