Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leoshe Tishia Davis
Songwriter
Texty
I can't be your one
You be doing too much
I went eye for eye
And made you lose trust
Even Young T
Told you not to rush
How you in love
All I gave was lust
No slow touch
Then I made you hush
Power and control
Then I let it burn like Ush
Claiming you the shit
Now I'm bout flush
It was time to cut you off
Call it dust to dust
No Bullshit
All these niggas chasing me
Still mad
They can't get a taste of me
They gotta move pies
I ain't talkin bakery
Keep it real
Cuz I never did fakery
I'm a entrée
You bitches unsavory
I be deadup
Y'all be moving playfully
Been humble
Ain't no inflating me
Own what I say
Cuz I move with bravery
Got them watered down
They surfing
I'm the only dise
They merchan
Had to some block pages
They lerking
And they still
Behind them curtains
Dime in the face
I'm down to earth
Demand respect
I know my worth
Couldn't be brought
Go and have that Purse
Couldn't make him better
So I made'em worse
He either full of lies
Or full of percs
Got him digging me
I ain't talking dirt
Antics be fishy
I don't fuck with Merc
And all my Rastas tools
Stay hot as Jerk
Now I'm on to the next
I was too right that's why I left
Now you pleading what a mess
Tryna one on one you ain't Flex
If I'm doing too much
Then you doing the least
Always had the cake
You couldn't get a piece
If we get into something
It's gone stay discrete
We ain't got no future
Cuz you for the streets
Can't school me
Go teach your children nigga
If we talking Genres
My whole tape a Thriller
Neighbors know ya name
But that don't make you Trigga
Mouth was something like Paul's
All a pon mi river
Now I'm at ya crib
Parking on Trulia
Just don't know
What imma do to ya
Made you think
I was pursuing ya
Demond the time
Like I'm Lucifer
Beat is dumb
But my flow stupider
This going up
Way past Jupiter
I came alone
She brought a slew with her
I been winning
This nothin new to ya
No relation to Roy
Y'all must of forgot
Number one in the league
You can't take my spot
Always keep it Sheek
I ain't even from the Lox
Type to go and tell Roddy
This shit out the box
Never got hopped
And I'm smooth like scotch
Always make connects
Like I'm down with dots
Everybody going down
Imma dig they plots
Still working on my stomach
As I count my nots
About my Moneybag Yo
Word to Kyle's Sister
And bitches done exist
Like Carrie's mister
Thought you had a chance
You couldn't never be my mister
He started acting like gold
And got treated like glitter
Known for going Ghost
I don't even whisper
Make him a nervous reck
Yea I call him Jitters
Say you don't fuck with birds
But you stay on Twitter
I'm the one that got away
And that makes you bitter
Cuz
I can't be ya one
You be doing too much
Went eye for eye
And made you lose trust
Even Young T
Told you not to rush
How you in love
All I gave was lust
No slow touch
Then I made you hush
Power and control
Then I let it burn like Ush
Claiming you the shit
Now I'm bout flush
It was time to cut you off
Call it dust to dust
Writer(s): Leoshe Davis
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