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• Artiste: Terius Nash
• Titre: Used to Be
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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