Don't put me out I won't talk about lovin' you Cause I'm gonna be about lovin' you How could I have stooped so low (How could I have stooped so low) Baby now I realize All of those times I told you I loved you I just didn't show it

All I did is say I have feelings for you And all you do is shit all over it And tell me you want me to get over you And that you want nothing to do with me That's hurtful, Bryson I did nothing to you I've done nothing to you For a year, all you did was

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West

Oh oh oh, I'm on fire Woo ooh ooh Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? Mhmm I got a bad desire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no I can take you higher Sometimes

It's okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah (Just rain on me) I'm sorry I didn't answer I didn't answer 'cause I was busy, what else That's why I didn't answer How about I just call you next time? Why is it that when I don't answer You think I'm with

And I ain't never did this before no I ain't never did this before no Let me take y'all back man As I do so well Wasn't nothin' like that Man, it wasn't nothin' like that first time

Tell 'em who you got it from And bitch, I know I see you got some pain I see you got a name Show niggas your broken heart and Tell everyone I did all this Tell 'em all I'm the one you shouldn't get involved with I don't need you but you do need me, it

Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina I be bustin (bustin) parents be fussin and cussin Cause all I talk about is silicone and muffins (muffins) So if you didn't come to hear some strips clubs hits Then get the hell on cause I'm gettin my mail on; I'm hustlin I'm

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

We found wonderland In wonderland, eh You and I got lost in it Didn't they tell us don't rush into things Didn't you flash your green eyes at me Ooh didn't it all seem new and exciting I felt your arms twisting around me And we pretended it could last