Guilty of Love

Lyrics

Yo, come here darlin', have a seat, we need to speak
 Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see?
 Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door
 Ain't I that same nigga
 We was both on the train goin' hard and then your shit surfaced
 Takin' the phone in the bathroom, whisperin' with your girlfriends
 Try to play me on some jerk shit
 Numbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb's
 Oh shit
 Kid, I kept it tight for you
 Turned nigga's down, didn't go out all them nights for you
 And I ain't even that type'a bitch
 I heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freak Fest
 Nevertheless I still put my faith in you
 You was my dog, so I stayed faithful
 But I'll be god damned if I be some nigga dumb bitch
 It's fucked up it gotta go down like this
 Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you?
 Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to?
 Snake bitch turn around and backstab you?
 Crab nigga found out he fucked around too?
 Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo
 Rockin' your 4 wheel drive and tattoo
 Talk sweet thinkin' that he rockin' you to sleep?
 Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist
 You was once my bunny, now you want to act funny
 I'm that same nigga from the first day who dress bummy
 Same grimy style nigga, I'm still hungry
 I never lost my thirst for takin' that money
 I never lost my lust for chicks lovely
 You met me on those terms, so that's how I'm runnin'
 I still walk up in the crib 5 in the mornin'
 And still count my cash before I crash
 What you thought, you had a dunny? I ain't the one honey
 You skim 20's out of my stacks of Benny's
 You done found yourself a street life love, to death do us
 Remember that shit, now everything's ass-backwards
 We was more like Mickie and Mallory
 You fouled out on me, found another man math in your belly bag, damn
 I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum hoe
 Catch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though
 Yeah aight
 First of all fuck you, and everything you own nigga
 You got a lotta nerve, nigga
 I should throw a brick through your shit, fuck your whips
 It ain't about that, it's about you givin' out my dick
 Or so it seems, I can only call it how I see it
 Got hoes callin' the crib, hangin' up not speakin'
 Come on, what type of shit is that?
 What, I'm supposed to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back?
 Like the world revolves around P
 So while you strolled in at 5, I was comin' in at 3 3: 30
 Niggas wanna play dirty
 Fuck it, that's how you wanna rock let's get dirty
 Yeah, condom wrappers in the back of the Azure
 Talkin' 'bout you let your mans get off, your G ain't strong
 I'm gone, you ain't worth the tears
 You lost the best thing you ever had in your life, a waste of my years
 Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you?
 Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to?
 Snake bitch turn around and backstab you?
 Crab nigga found out he fucked around too?
 Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo
 Rockin' your 4 wheel drive and tattoo
 Talk sweet thinkin' that he rockin' you to sleep?
 Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist
 I might give out, but I'll never give in
 We might as well, be friends, yes we have

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Duration
03:06
Key
5
Tempo
114 BPM

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