DREAM - Used To Be lyrics

rate me

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?

You used to be my nigga

You used to be that cool bitch

You used to smoke wit' a nigga

But now you on that bullshit

You used to sex 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 shit came and went

Used to be anti-internet

But now you constantly blogging and shit!

You used to strip for a nigga

Now you ain't got nothing but lip for a nigga

Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends?

Listening to what they say god your ass 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

(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

You used to be so sweet

But now you act bitter

And just so I don't hear that shit, 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, hell 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 bitch?"

She's just a friend, yeah that's it

And now you wanna trip, ain't that some shit?

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 competition

Every man out there: I hope you're listening

Can I be honest?

Can I be muthaf-cking honest?

(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

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 shit

And you fake bitches, I'm sure your sittin' around all pissed

All my real niggas know that I'm talking real shit

And fake niggas can take notes, or find rope and choke, nigga

Yeah, honest-y