No More Questions

What's good with you
Still remember being in the hood with you
Money got these bitches on my Johnson so badly
They tried to spin me in cali it got bumpy like acne
I got a lot but I want much more
I wanted more then I deserve I
Picked you up and dropped you off
Like a curb side

You showed me the best of you
With your third eye
Never out loud
You made the hairs of my body stick up like I was Al falfa
DTB these bitches ain't loyal can not vouch for them
You wasn't with me when I slept on the couch now I'm
In my city they treat me like Gilly in Philly
If I give you game it's gone be worth like a Billy
Gave a bitch my heart she let it go in a river
It's a whole nother story
This ain't Bobby and Whitney

I got a whole lot of money you could spend it with me
Snack the soul out a nigga you think it's funny ain't shiggy
I'm not a role model nigga I got killas with me
Holes in your body but you could never be 50
And I got bruise once for loving a girl
Confused thinking bitch ass niggas was so thorough
Paddy wagon use to spin the block
Was only selling weed
I rather see that nigga in a box before he tell on me

Out of all the altercations with the oops
That Never fell on me
And now it's conversations with the ockys bout its investments baby
Did I stutter
All these m&m's got niggas acting shady
I miss BUTTA
When they killed my friend
I felt like blasting something

Shit was all good if you ask me
Till you started asking bout Tiffany and Ashley
I look through your phone I ain't gone lie you did me badly
You looked through my phone what you expect to see I'm nasty
Don't ask me shit don't hit me up bout no bullshit
Especially when you interrupting me while I'm working
I pick you up you said bring the car with the curtains
Girls that I deserted I don't deserve them

Will you be with me when it all falls down
Look at the Richie baby time will tell
If I get the best of you then I have to
Show you the best of me

But can you stop asking me questions
About who I'm texting
Girl I'm good if you ask me
I never did Tiffany or Ashley just ask them
Baby if i got it you got it and I got mad funds
It's okay to treat me like an arcade you can have fun
These rap niggas my sons and if they breed I got grandsons
And things she wanna know about me

You keep on asking me questions
About who I'm texting
And about who I'm sexting
And I can't take it no more
You keep interrupting my flexing
Who you think you checking
Girl you could go get the stepping
Cause I can't take it no no

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Writer(s): Brandon Kenneth Bell, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Artist Dubose, Nathaniel Hill, Alvin D Velasco
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