Used To Be
Say I'm fucked up
Well, you just might be fucked up too
I might be fucked up
Well, baby girl, how 'bout you?
You used to be my nigga
You used to be that cool bitch
You used to smoke with a nigga, but now you on that bullshit
You used to sex me crazy
You used to call me baby
Now all you do is nag me
Like a five-year-old from the backseat
You used to be so confident, but all that shit came and went
Used to be anti-internet, but now you constantly bloggin' and shit
You used to strip for a nigga
Now you ain't got nothin' but lip for a nigga
Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends
Listening to what they say, "Got yo' ass without a husband!"
Put you up in a Benz, you did everything to get me
Ain't did nothing since, but keep talkin' 'bout what it should be
Call no day-care, paid all the fuckin' rent
Know you wanna run the world but first try runnin' this
But y'all don't wanna hear me
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, if you ain't fucking with me
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, if you ain't fucking with me, woman
You used to be so sweet, but now you act all bitter
And just so I don't hear that shit I drown my liver in this liquor
Used to be like this, man
Used to be my best friend
Now all you do is judge me
And scream out, "Fuck me! But don't fuck me!"
Oh, hell to the naw
Now I'm all up in the clubs
Now I'm all up in the mall
Now you in my cell phone, screamin, "Who's this bitch?"
She's just a friend; yeah, that's it
And now you wanna trip, ain't that some shit
Yesterday you didn't give a fuck
Now you askin' where I been
And now you hatin' on every girl that walk by
Talkin' 'bout, "Where she think she goin' in that outfit?"
She don't even love me, she love the competition
Every man out there, I hope you're listening
Can I be honest?
Can I be muthafuckin' honest?
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, if you ain't fucking with me
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, if you ain't fucking with me, woman
There's nothing at home so I'm searching for love
Try to get through but you don't give a fuck
She can't love me when she don't love herself
Feels like I'm sleeping with somebody else
Now I'm seeing somebody else
Now I'm touching somebody else
Now I'm fucking somebody else
But go ahead and blame me if it helps
I'm just being honest
I know, I know, I know, I know sometimes I'm wrong
But am I really the only one?
Real women know that I'm talkin' real shit
And you fake bitches, I'm sure you're sittin' around all pissed
And my real niggas know that I'm talkin' real shit
And fake niggas, can take notes, or find a rope, and choke nigga
Yeah
Honesty
Well, you just might be fucked up too
I might be fucked up
Well, baby girl, how 'bout you?
You used to be my nigga
You used to be that cool bitch
You used to smoke with a nigga, but now you on that bullshit
You used to sex me crazy
You used to call me baby
Now all you do is nag me
Like a five-year-old from the backseat
You used to be so confident, but all that shit came and went
Used to be anti-internet, but now you constantly bloggin' and shit
You used to strip for a nigga
Now you ain't got nothin' but lip for a nigga
Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends
Listening to what they say, "Got yo' ass without a husband!"
Put you up in a Benz, you did everything to get me
Ain't did nothing since, but keep talkin' 'bout what it should be
Call no day-care, paid all the fuckin' rent
Know you wanna run the world but first try runnin' this
But y'all don't wanna hear me
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, if you ain't fucking with me
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, if you ain't fucking with me, woman
You used to be so sweet, but now you act all bitter
And just so I don't hear that shit I drown my liver in this liquor
Used to be like this, man
Used to be my best friend
Now all you do is judge me
And scream out, "Fuck me! But don't fuck me!"
Oh, hell to the naw
Now I'm all up in the clubs
Now I'm all up in the mall
Now you in my cell phone, screamin, "Who's this bitch?"
She's just a friend; yeah, that's it
And now you wanna trip, ain't that some shit
Yesterday you didn't give a fuck
Now you askin' where I been
And now you hatin' on every girl that walk by
Talkin' 'bout, "Where she think she goin' in that outfit?"
She don't even love me, she love the competition
Every man out there, I hope you're listening
Can I be honest?
Can I be muthafuckin' honest?
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, if you ain't fucking with me
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, if you ain't fucking with me, woman
There's nothing at home so I'm searching for love
Try to get through but you don't give a fuck
She can't love me when she don't love herself
Feels like I'm sleeping with somebody else
Now I'm seeing somebody else
Now I'm touching somebody else
Now I'm fucking somebody else
But go ahead and blame me if it helps
I'm just being honest
I know, I know, I know, I know sometimes I'm wrong
But am I really the only one?
Real women know that I'm talkin' real shit
And you fake bitches, I'm sure you're sittin' around all pissed
And my real niggas know that I'm talkin' real shit
And fake niggas, can take notes, or find a rope, and choke nigga
Yeah
Honesty
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Writer(s): Terius Nash
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