W: I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
N: I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
W: I don't give a fuck about your friends
N: and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
N: I don't even know why you page me
W: I don't even know if I can trust you
N: Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
W: is you jumpin' it off?
N: If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you
Verse 1:
I got a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta resolve
like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls
they let it ring once, they let it ring twice
damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right
cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer
shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo
now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too
cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space
I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes
the Fifty state roamer
had to throw the fake on her
heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner
wait for her, it might take days
but back home's where the fight takes place
punches and scratches
headlocks and hatchets
screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin'
comin' at ya, whats up with that shit?
Chorus
Verse 2:
Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
engagement, marriage, then divorce
devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts
secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
let her know who the fuck she wit'
like any Man unless he's whipped
a messy script leads to domestic dis