Curtis Rice - You Got Me

You only call me when you wanna buy
Say it’s an emergency I know that’s a lie
Every week you with another guy
Two of them my homies nice fucking try
Block your number you hit me online
When I was on my dick you wouldn’t be on mine
And that’s fine
I know what you on
I ain't tryna get with you
From now on I ain't got time to shoot the shit with you
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Oh you know you got me
It’s hard to argue with a like mind
Very rare to find another like mine
If you come around me at the right time
You would be surprised at what you might find
Slim chance you’re a late bloomer
One thing I do not believe is rumors
I do not have time to entertain for the free
If you thought I gave a damn
Excuse the hell outta me
You got me
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Oh you know you got me
If I knew then what I know now I woulda been gone
Stay to myself when I don’t go out I attend home
So much on the mind travels
Let my pen Rome
It aint no coming back after the friend zone
What goes around comes around to remind you
When you focused that’s when they come back to find you
Cut the bull
Don’t act like you don’t know what’s up
Fuck trust
Outta luck
Crushed up
You got me
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Oh you know you got me

Written by:
Curtis Rice

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