I'm Tired

Dvn Roze
I met some hoes
I dead 'em though
So let it go
Dvn Roze
I met some hoes
I dead 'em though
So let it go

I'm tired of oozing of lust (oh)
The women that here are so wild (oh)
I'm tired of losing your trust (oh)
Know I said that for a while (oh)
I'm tired of proving my love (oh)
Why can't you see you my type (oh)
Baby I do what I want (oh)
Maybe it's you that I like (yeah)

Baby, I do what I want (yeah)
Maybe, it's you that I like (oh yeah)
Baby, I do what I want (yeah)
Maybe, it's you that I like (oh yeah)
I'm tired of proving my love (on God)
Why can't you see you my type (oh nah)
Baby, I do what I want (yeah)
Maybe, it's you that I like (y-y-yeah)

Maybe it's you that I like (forreal)
But I got more thots better find some room
I changed, nothing been the same, since I got that tool
Okay, curves lit, shirt off, with the lights dim (yeah)
Got some hoes, but I don't really like them (nah)
Fuck, I'll never wife 'em
Been ballin' the same, Ben Baller the chain
Mention my name, I crash at her place
You'll crash forreal, stay in your lane
Yeah, I'm real chill, but my brothers insane (yeah)
Fuckin' around, and no I'm not proud (yeah)
Fucking it up, and run up my miles
Tired of being tied up
Now maybe I'm just tired

I'm tired of oozing of lust (oh)
The women that here are so wild (oh)
I'm tired of losing your trust (oh)
Know I said that for a while (oh)
I'm tired of proving my love (oh)
Why can't you see you my type (oh)
Baby I do what I want (oh)
Maybe it's you that I like (yeah)

Baby, I do what I want (yeah)
Maybe, it's you that I like (oh yeah)
Baby, I do what I want (yeah)
Maybe, it's you that I like (oh yeah)
I'm tired of proving my love (on god)
Why can't you see you my type (oh nah)
Baby, I do what I want (yeah)
Maybe, it's you that I like (y-y-yeah)

Baby it's you that like (I like)
But maybe you new to this
You like it fast and furious
But that so sound Ludacris
I'm keeping it real, the kitty get killed
Don't get too curious, nah
You look like a meal, let it be known
Maybe it's you that I want
Maybe I do or I don't
But the birds gon flock and shooters gon shoot again
Gra gra
Top ten, no comparing you to them (oh nah)
On God, legitimate you, you one in a million
But I'm one in a billion, yeah

I'm tired of oozing of lust (oh)
The women that here are so wild (oh)
I'm tired of losing your trust (oh)
Know I said that for a while (oh)
I'm tired of proving my love (oh)
Why can't you see you my type (yeah)
Baby, maybe it's you that I like (yeah)

Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
On God, oh nah
Yeah