you I love, but then I also know it's you I don't like You claim you hate who I was, but that's the reason you here now You think I don't know what's
That's just off from first impression And my cards always accepting I don't deal well with rejection I look in the dictionary And don't see the word recession I don't
You just said you just wanted some dick before I stuck it in I wouldn't have been such a prick to you Fuckin' men, you say you don't trust 'em Why do I
you, but I think you're the finest Damn, you getting thick, I hope you don't go on a diet I done bought you some glasses, 'cause tonight I will be blinded
'all Baby you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs
up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous You dream of trading places I have been changing faces You
trippin' fo'? I don't wanna have to let you go But baby I think it's better if I let you know [Chorus] I'm on some new shit I'm chuckin' my deuces up
you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout [Fabolous] According to my old b-tch I be on some new sh-t she was on some old sh-t, now I got a new
her I don't need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love lookin' like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds I don't need you or
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga Just forget it, you talk it, I live it Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthafucker and I get it No paper
Damn right those bitches hate 'cause they just mad you had it first I'm gettin' dressed like I belong on TV Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me Hate
thirst Damn right those *** hate 'cause they just mad you had it first I'm gettin' dressed like I belong on TV Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me Hate
' I hate you She must got amnesia, bitch I made you Now, just think, just think that could've been you Just think, that should've been you Yeah, with me
's too late, you hate, you hate It's too late, 'cause you hate Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some? Don't you be looking at me crazy like
cause boy... you You are beautiful rose that grew up on some bad soil Any place anywhere, I don't care, I'm here for you Them girlfriends you got, they really don't
real? Yo I got a idea put the, put the joint up to the phone And I'm going, I'm going just I'm just going to rock to it just over the phone Ayo, yo put
you Now you old and you gettin' shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know the earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
