dream – used to be lyrics – the

“used to be”

[intro]
say i’m f*cked up,
well, you just might be f*cked up too
i might be f*cked up
well baby girl, how about you?

[verse 1]
you used to be my n*gg*
you used to be that cool b*tch
you used to smoke wit’ a n*gg*
but now you on that bullsh*t
you used to s*x me crazy
you used to call me baby
now all you do it nag me like a 5 year old from the backseat
you used to be so confident
but all that sh*t came and went
used to be anti-internet
but now you constantly blogging and sh*t!

you used to strip for a n*gg*
now you ain’t got nothing but lip for a n*gg*
halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends?
listening to what they say god your *ss without a husband
put you in a benz, you did everything to get me
ain’t did nothing since but keep talking about what it should be
car note, daycare, paid all the f*cking rent
know you wanna run the world
but first, try running this
but yall don’t hear me, oh, oh, oh

[hook (x2)]
stop f*cking with me, woman
stop f*cking with me, woman
stop f*cking with me, woman
stop f*cking with me if you ain’t f*cking with me

[verse 2]
you used to be so sweet
but now you act bitter
and just so i don’t hear that sh*t, i drown my liver in this liquor
you used to be like this man
you used to be my best friend
now all you do is judge me
and scream out f*ck me, but don’t f*ck me
ohhh, h*ll to the no!
now i’m all up in the clubs
now i’m all up in the mall
now you in my cell phone screaming “who’s this b*tch?”
she’s just a friend, yeah that’s it
and now you wanna trip, ain’t that some sh*t?
yesterday you didn’t give a f*ck, now you asking where i been
and you hating on every girl that walk by
talking about “where she think she going in that outfit?”
she don’t even love me, she loves the compet*tion
every man out there: i hope you’re listening
can i be honest?
can i be m*th*f*cking honest?

[hook (x2)]
stop f*cking with me, woman
stop f*cking with me, woman
stop f*cking with me, woman
stop f*cking with me if you ain’t f*cking with me

[verse 3]
there’s nothing at home, so i’m searching for love
tried to get through, but you don’t give a f*ck
she can’t love me, when she don’t love herself
feels like i’m sleepin with somebody else
now i’m seeing somebody else
now i’m touching somebody else
now i’m f*cking somebody else
but go ahead and blame me if it helps..
i’m just being honest
i know, i know, i know, i know sometimes i’m wrong
but am i really the only one
real women know that i’m talking real sh*t
and you fake b*tches, i’m sure your sittin’ around all p*ssed
all my real n*gg*s know that i’m talking real sh*t
and fake n*gg*s can take notes, or find rope and choke, n*gg*
yeah, honest-y

/ the lyrics