(feat. Betty Wright)



Uh Girls Y'all gotta feel me on this one

Y'all know how it be you Just been with your man

For so long and you think you got him figured out

And things aight thats how I was

I thought I had him all figured out

But he just kept surpising me everytime I looked around

It was just (trouble) some more trouble (trouble times)

Damn



[Jacki-O]

It's hard on the yard I'm all alone in this struggle

I can't trust these hoes your bestfriends be your foes

No one to talk to better watch what you say

Fast as you tell them shit them hoes be on the freeway

Face it, you got a dream? your ass better chase it

Nigga giving you problems have that nigga replacements

Excuses to fight you everytime your lights do

And as soon as you in another nigga chest they stress

Fuck them I ain't the nice type or the wife type

I ain't nann one of them boojie chicks I'm a rude bitch

Fuck your family and your phoney ass mammy

All up in my shit trying to watch what you hand me

I had this shit way before I even met your ass

I keep house and a car and some cash

For when I'm ready to leave your ass I can't trust you

That's why I keep some shit you can't take

And that's a hustle



[Hook-Betty Wright]

All this time you been with me

I was just living in misery

I prayed and prayed for a change

But only rain came my way

All this time you been with me

I was just sleeping with the enemy

All this time you been with me

I was just sleeping with the enemy



[Jacki-O]

I mean you hurted me so bad I wanted to do you

I mean you hurted a bitch so bad I wanted to use vodoo

To bury your name but that ain't my game

I was willing to do anythang to ease that pain

We been through to much made to many bucks

Touch to many blocks had to many niggaz shot

For the shit to just drop

It's the latest talk in the nail shop

Everybody knows I can just hear the hoes

Chicks I use to ride with can't even confide with

That shit bothers me I wanna bleed them hoes artries

I don't feel safe no more

You don't leave the keys to the safe no more

You ain't trust your boosters the time I busted you

You won't let me load your clip or hide your bricks

You don't trust me with the accounts and books and shit

But you trust me your life cause everynight I cook

Fuck Nigga



[Hook-Betty Wright]



[Jacki-O]

Act three let me see if I can sum it up

Every credit card you had I tried to run it up

And everytime we fucked nigga I hated it

And everytime I said I bust a nut well I faked it

Every key you left unguarded yeah I scared it

And you don't know cut even blow know blow from blow up

When your spot fell off I stayed up in the malls

With fraud making sure we eat

And making sure shit sweet started flipping your riches

Got to big for your britches

Stayed up in them titty bars with them sick bitches

And your homeboys crackers got them singing like birds

Told them boys where you serve

And where you stashed your word

Same niggaz you be rolling with that be skinning

And grinning when you ain't home

They be begging to get up in my denim

It ain't my fault I got legs with bows in them

A petite shit with a sweet clit

And C cups to make you nut

Cause you ain't never had a bitch like me

Like O that can spit like me

That can ass in a six like me

Hold it down through your B.I.D

Honestly you had the best of me but you a enemy



[Hook-Betty Wright]



[Jacki-O (Betty Wright)]

I just gotta be strong on this one

(you are the enemy)

I don't think I'm going back this time

(you are the enemy, you are the enemy)

Just to much shit been said to much real shit been said

(you are the enemy, you are the enemy)

It's true I ain't gotta deal with this



[Hook-Betty Wright]