Lyrics

Zack say this what they want, yeah (HoodWithAnotha1) My partner told me that he loved a bitch I said, "Say no more, she off limits" (for real) But he told mines that I'm cheating (huh?) 'Cause he tryna fuck, he trippin' (what?) I'll never put dick in my partner bitch, God is my witness (on God) He drug my name for the pussy (uh) 'Posed to be my nigga (ha) Homicide on my phone line for investigation 'bout a killing (sir) I can't tell you who did it (nah) But I can tell you I'm gettin' it (I'm gettin' it) Bought an AP, matching Cuban link Hunnid bands for them bitches (blaow) I was broke, but I fixed it, yeah Something like Bob the Builder, yеah If you my nigga, then be my nigga I ain't tryna be in compеtition, yeah Shaking hands with my opposition You being friendly, that shit is dead Gotta stand on what you said DM'd her and got left on read Now that ho wanna give me neck 'Cause I'm on and stacked up my bread (stuck up my bread) That's why I'm solo (solo) Messy bitches, they want pictures, takin' photos (photos) That shit dead Fuck being faithful, these are facts 'Cah these hoes be texting two or three niggas That's that on that I thought I knew who you was I thought I knew who I loved Found out the shit wasn't real I must be dumb as they come Protect your name with all I had But you took mine through the mud We got this shit out the mud I guess it was what it was I thought I knew who you was I thought I knew who I loved Found out the shit wasn't real I must be dumb as they come Protect your name with all I had But you took mine through the mud We got this shit out the mud I guess it was what it was If you ain't never snaked your friend Then say, "Hell yeah" (hell yeah) Hell yeah (hell yeah) If you stayed solid 'til the end, say, "Hell yeah" These niggas hell, I swear And these bitches ain't no better, so I play 'em to the left I ain't never, ever mean Never ever had a jealous bone in my body (no) Have you ever, ever been so real But got done wrong in the process? (Yeah) If my partner on then he worked for it I can't be watchin' his pockets (no) If she scammed, worked or sold pussy for it I can't be mad how she got it And that's y'all problem (that's y'all problem) Y'all be worried about the wrong thing Credit score ain't good, Facebook the only shit in your own name Addicted to the money like it's cocaine And quit swervin', we ain't in the same car, I'm in my own lane I thought I knew who you was I thought I knew who I loved Found out the shit wasn't real I must be dumb as they come Protect your name with all I had But you took mine through the mud We got this shit out the mud I guess it was what it was I thought I knew who you was I thought I knew who I loved Found out the shit wasn't real I must be dumb as they come Protect your name with all I had But you took mine through the mud We got this shit out the mud I guess it was what it was
Writer(s): Melvin A Noble, Zykerian Omar Hood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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