Quana, Pt. 4
Part four do I got more to say
How many times I got to say
It's ziggy not zae
How many times your going to
Block my number anyway
Yeah
I pulled up to your crib
And you ain't know I knew
Where you live
I seen your two dogs
You substituted for wanting kids
I can't keep saying sorry
For all the silly shit I did
I can't keep running down
On Niggas just for wanting dibs
Did you turn hay because of me
You can't take nobody serious
Because of me
When you linking with these
Bitches are you looking
For another me
Whoa
I'm a creep cause I know
That she drive a jeep
If I run into your moms
I don't know if I should speak
I'm not saying that it's beef
I don't even think it's that's deep
It's just lines that she crossed
On certain things that I peeped
I'm not saying that I'm perfect
I know that it's shit I lack
You the apple of my eye
So I went and got you a Mac
We had that crib on camp creek
And I wish that I got it back
And you couldn't break the lease
And I know
You was feeling trapped
I was broke with a nine to five
And you kept on calling me fat
And I know I could do better
You had me feel like I'm whack
I took shorty to Hawaii
Cause she ain't treat me like that
But I ain't take that girl to cali
I keep on telling you that
I came with baggage in your life
And I know it's hard to unpack
But one thing I never did
Was go fucking behind your back
Ever since you left Miami
Your what's her name
Looking snatched
But you know before that shit
I been was saying you a snack
Whoa
I won't talk about your
Body no more
I won't get no wings
At follies no more
I don't want to say sorry no more
Shit I barely want a part four
If this will never happen
Then what we getting hookah
At spots for
If you won't stop
That crazy shit for me
Then who you'll stop for
Cancer plus a Scorpio is bad
I know I did the math
I know the way to you heart
Is getting juicy crab
And that's why I wonder
Making my mistakes
Got my own place
I had to throw it in your face
And I felt a way
When you said it was a waste
But I still love you
And that's why I wonder
You broke my heart
You did enough even tho
I did a lot
I'm not the only one to blame
You played a part
You really hurt me
And that's why I wonder
I know I did the most
You cut your hair
Now you amber rose
I got a thing for your white toes
But now you got hoes
And that's why I wonder
Miss quana
I don't want no more drama
This is not even deep
Let me bring you some peace
Please don't never believe me
Miss quana
I don't want no more drama
Miss quana
How many times I got to say
It's ziggy not zae
How many times your going to
Block my number anyway
Yeah
I pulled up to your crib
And you ain't know I knew
Where you live
I seen your two dogs
You substituted for wanting kids
I can't keep saying sorry
For all the silly shit I did
I can't keep running down
On Niggas just for wanting dibs
Did you turn hay because of me
You can't take nobody serious
Because of me
When you linking with these
Bitches are you looking
For another me
Whoa
I'm a creep cause I know
That she drive a jeep
If I run into your moms
I don't know if I should speak
I'm not saying that it's beef
I don't even think it's that's deep
It's just lines that she crossed
On certain things that I peeped
I'm not saying that I'm perfect
I know that it's shit I lack
You the apple of my eye
So I went and got you a Mac
We had that crib on camp creek
And I wish that I got it back
And you couldn't break the lease
And I know
You was feeling trapped
I was broke with a nine to five
And you kept on calling me fat
And I know I could do better
You had me feel like I'm whack
I took shorty to Hawaii
Cause she ain't treat me like that
But I ain't take that girl to cali
I keep on telling you that
I came with baggage in your life
And I know it's hard to unpack
But one thing I never did
Was go fucking behind your back
Ever since you left Miami
Your what's her name
Looking snatched
But you know before that shit
I been was saying you a snack
Whoa
I won't talk about your
Body no more
I won't get no wings
At follies no more
I don't want to say sorry no more
Shit I barely want a part four
If this will never happen
Then what we getting hookah
At spots for
If you won't stop
That crazy shit for me
Then who you'll stop for
Cancer plus a Scorpio is bad
I know I did the math
I know the way to you heart
Is getting juicy crab
And that's why I wonder
Making my mistakes
Got my own place
I had to throw it in your face
And I felt a way
When you said it was a waste
But I still love you
And that's why I wonder
You broke my heart
You did enough even tho
I did a lot
I'm not the only one to blame
You played a part
You really hurt me
And that's why I wonder
I know I did the most
You cut your hair
Now you amber rose
I got a thing for your white toes
But now you got hoes
And that's why I wonder
Miss quana
I don't want no more drama
This is not even deep
Let me bring you some peace
Please don't never believe me
Miss quana
I don't want no more drama
Miss quana
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Writer(s): Zadock Laws
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