Tre4MadeRecords - Pussy And Problemz

Ayy, never thought I'd be here at this moment
spitting to y'all niggas like I'm the suburb poet
And when that bad karma come around and I'ma own it
Got some skeletons in the closet body bag I'ma tote em
Ayy Joey in the field tryna live a better lifestyle
Joey in the field and he can't do it wrong
Made it to the top but it depend on what you do it on
You had that nigga hot and then we dropped him cause his crew was gone
Focus on the money all them bitches do is do you wrong
Fuck it, I'm stylin', I admit I be wildin
If you was me, you would be too
If you had went, what I went through
There isn't shit money can't do
When you had grew up with no food
When it come down to some dick
Ain't a thing that bitch won't do
Seen it with my own two eyes seen bitches pop about the blue
How you fucking with me one day then you fuck with old dude
Say how you fucking with me one day then you fuck with old dude
The fuck you mean you in his room
I should've been left you alone
I said I'm leavin' but you call me and I always get the phone
I guess that make that shit my fault
But is a nigga really wrong
That love shit be deceptive you don't know until they gone
And that be pussy and problems
I ain't worried bout no bitch I just focus on dollars
Got my chain swingin' nigga what the fuck is the problem
Gave that lil' bitch my all and you took more now I'm hollow
The way I did lashon and Sage got me feelin' some sorrow
I don't feel remorse today but I say sorry tomorrow
These feelings runnin' round my brain
Closest niggas sendin' hate
Salt and sugar look the same
We two different niggas I can't hang with you cause you a lame
We had a great vibe
We was together we was two people of the same mind
We was together while y'all was fuckin' at the same time
But love is the only pain that come with it
And you can feel my heart shiftin
Cause you know deep down we really had some great times
It's crazy how we fuckin
Then I heard it through the grapevine
I had gave you yours, but you was steady tryna take mine
And if we think the same, that mean we both just got some great minds
Hope you use it next time
Ayy, never thought I'd be here at this moment
Spitting to y'all niggas like I'm the suburb poet
And when that bad karma come around and I'ma own it
Got some skeletons inna closet body bag I'ma tote uhm
I'ma start doin' hoes how y'all been doin' me
Screwin' and just fuckin' and emotionally abusing me
And y'all been lyin' to my face that's kinda rude of me
Tryna find a woman that's a wife, the one that's true to me
Took that bitch out on some dates put it all in her face
I'm sayin' that I gave my all and she ain't leave me no cake
And she was cheatin' right in front of me, kinda gave it away
See you posted on the gram got me feelin' some way
Ayy

Written by:
Jasiah Boyd, Sage Sumpter, Tyriek Livingston

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