[Intro]
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Say I'm f-cked up,
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Well, you just might be f-cked up too
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I might be f-cked up
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Well baby girl, how about you?
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[Verse 1 - The Dream]
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You used to be my nigga
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You used to be that cool bitch
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You used to smoke wit' a nigga
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But now you on that bullshit
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You used to sex me crazy
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You used to call me baby
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Now all you do it nag me like a 5 year old from the backseat
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You used to be so confident
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But all that shit came and went
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Used to be anti-internet
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But now you constantly blogging and shit!
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You used to strip for a nigga
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Now you ain't got nothing but lip for a nigga
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Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends?
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Listening to what they say god your ass without a husband
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Put you in a Benz, you did everything to get me
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Ain't did nothing since but keep talking about what it should be
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Car note, daycare, paid all the f-cking rent
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Know you wanna run the world
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But first, try running this
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But yall don't hear me, oh, oh, oh
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[Hook] (x2)
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Stop f-cking with me, woman
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Stop f-cking with me, woman
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Stop f-cking with me, woman
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Stop f-cking with me if you ain't f-cking with me
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[Verse 2 - The Dream]
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You used to be so sweet
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But now you act bitter
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And just so I don't hear that shit, I drown my liver in this liquor
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You used to be like this man
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You used to be my best friend
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Now all you do is judge me
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And scream out f-ck me, but don't f-ck me
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Ohhh, hell to the no!
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Now I'm all up in the clubs
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Now I'm all up in the mall
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Now you in my cell phone screaming "who's this bitch?"
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She's just a friend, yeah that's it
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And now you wanna trip, ain't that some shit?
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Yesterday you didn't give a f-ck, now you asking where I been
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And you hating on every girl that walk by
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Talking about "where she think she going in that outfit?"
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She don't even love me, she loves the competition
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Every man out there: I hope you're listening
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Can I be honest?
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Can I be muthaf-cking honest?
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[Hook] (x2)
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Stop f-cking with me, woman
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Stop f-cking with me, woman
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Stop f-cking with me, woman
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Stop f-cking with me if you ain't f-cking with me
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[Verse 3 - The Dream]
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There's nothing at home, so I'm searching for love
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Tried to get through, but you don't give a f-ck
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She can't love me, when she don't love herself
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Feels like I'm sleepin with somebody else
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Now I'm seeing somebody else
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Now I'm touching somebody else
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Now I'm f-cking somebody else
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But go ahead and blame me if it helps...
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I'm just being honest
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I know, I know, I know, I know sometimes I'm wrong
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But am I really the only one
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Real women know that I'm talking real shit
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And you fake bitches, I'm sure your sittin' around all pissed
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All my real niggas know that I'm talking real shit
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And fake niggas can take notes, or find rope and choke, nigga
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Yeah, honest-y
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Used To Be
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| Dream |
