Beatz R Us - Had To Quit f**ing With You lyrics

I gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you Damn, homie, all the sh** that we done been through I gotta quit f**ing with you Gun jam, say the motherf**er wouldn't shoot (alright) I gotta quit f**ing with you You, I gotta quit f**ing with you You, I gotta quit f**ing with you You were my main b**h and I loved you, too Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you Let me tell you a story about this b**h I had Used to buy this b**h all types of bags Lil bad b**h, kept me on my swag sh** Went to school to be a stylist, b**h kinda act a lil childish My main b**h, I think I like this ho What the f** was wrong with me? Thinking I can wife this ho Lets put it like this, she on the money team Every rapper, every trapper, any athlete I gotta quit f**ing with you Every n***a in the city be f**ing with you Lil lying b**h, always on that crying sh** Fine b**h, cute face, you a think she so innocent Yeah, she's innocent, she into me, we intimate We be f**ing instantly, got head game consistency Consistency, she f**ed my head up mentally Got head in that new Bentley, I thought this b**h was into me I gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you Damn, homie, all the sh** that we done been through I gotta quit f**ing with you Gun jam, say the motherf**er wouldn't shoot (alright) I gotta quit f**ing with you You, I gotta quit f**ing with you You, I gotta quit f**ing with you You were my main b**h and I loved you, too Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you My home boy, ride or die Brick coppa, pistol poppa, we stay in the sky Sunday night, fell in the club Know them pistols on deck, so you know what it was Enemy in this b**h, we laughing on chill You know once he leave the club we posted to k** Gun jam, homie for real Took his strap straight out the whip and unloaded the clip It's war time, you know what it do f** you ain't know, I gotta quit f**ing with you Homeboy in the fed, a hundred twenty months (ten) He be down by three, get out a couple months I gotta quit f**ing with you I can read between the lines, I know what it do He telling something, and I'm telling 'em too Let the streets know, they gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you Damn, homie, all the sh** that we done been through I gotta quit f**ing with you Gun jam, say the motherf**er wouldn't shoot (alright) I gotta quit f**ing with you You, I gotta quit f**ing with you You, I gotta quit f**ing with you You were my main b**h and I loved you, too Biggest ho in the city, gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you I gotta quit f**ing with you