Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this
Csus4
song off another nigga feelings
Know what I'm saying? What he going
through with his bitch
Bb
Know what I'm saying? He
actually one of my dogs
Know what I'm saying, so, here you go
Verse 2
Dm
We ain't talk in a minute,
so don't hit me up
F
And I mix my feelings
with prescription drugs
Dm
When I fell to my knees,
Bb
you ain't pick me up
When I was down on my back,
you said I ain't rich enough
Dm
And we ain't gon' talk about no sex
'cause you ain't get it up
F
And I don't want you to suck my dick
'cause you ain't spit enough
Dm
Bb
You an ungrateful lil' bitch,
said I ain't spend enough
You told me you want your ass shots
'cause you ain't thick enough
Dm
I'm in the trenches with the sharks,
I ain't have a heart
F
Some nights I ain't wanna talk,
I left you in the dark
Dm
Bb
You was lurkin' on my page,
you became a narc
You was writing bitches back,
that shit went too far
Dm
And I carried you on my back
like I ain't have a car
F
You was kinda mad I hang
with murderers
Bb
Bitch, you Instagram famous,
but you not a star
Instagram famous, but you not a star
Verse 3
Dm
Bitch, I made you,
C
took you out the hood and I saved you
F
While them other niggas tried to play you
Bb
Dm
F
Bitch you ungrateful, bitch you ungrateful,
Bb
bitch you un-
Dm
Csus4
I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label
Bb
I ain't tryna be your friend,
or your man, or your husband
Verse 4
I don't want a label
Dm
You steady throwin' your pussy,
but I don't want none
F
I got a wife,
so after me you gotta fuck Von
Dm
Then Ikey,
Bb
then Booka, then it's more fun
I kick her out slick as hell,
Dm
tell her, "Store run"
I know a couple divas, they still a secret
F
The bitches I made eat it,
Bb
you would not believe it
This shit was never easy, I move strategic
Me and two, three singers,
we had a threesome
Dm
Back to back, fuckin' back to back,
off the Perky
F
Back to back, told her all them lies,
I was perfect
Bb
Always tryna run the streets deep,
I was thirsty
Gotta watch my back,
a lot of niggas tryna hurt me
Dm
That's why I keep my
F
.50 and my .30
Niggas ain't on shit,
Bb
they washed up, detergent
Big Backwood', sat back and burned it
Dm
I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah
Verse 5
Bitch, I made you,
Bb
took you out the hood and I saved you
F
While them other niggas tried to play you
Bb
Dm
F
Bitch you un grateful, bitch you ungrateful,
Bb
bitch you un-
Dm
Csus4
I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label
Bb
I ain't tryna be your friend,
or your man, or your husband
Outro 1
I don't want a label
Dm
F
Bb
Dm
F
Bb
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