Eddy B

Eddy B - Tough Luck lyrics

rate me

You can tell as the hours pass

Body shaped like an hourglass

That she know her time is ticking

Ain’t no way to flip it

Hoping a nigger ask for digits

Or wait for better yet to have his children

Don’t forget to mention

Can’t have no nigger with no figures

She checking for them commas

Know her life will run on sentences

She missed a period

But still you’re hoping to get in it

Who am I to judge?

Acting as if I never did it

Why so quick to budge?

I bet she say she on the pill with no hesitating

Rubbing your back to ease your mind

And see you contemplating

It’s time you’re making your decision

But pussy got you blind

To the fact that something’s missing

You can miss the kissing

Tossing and turning mama gimme me

So where did you forget

Your plan to pull out with the quickest

See now you’re tripping

And lil mama caught you slipping

Lost in the moment

Now you’re stuck and ain’t no fixing

Got the game fucked up

Chasing after women

Stare at pictures from the life

And missed the big man

Hard lil homey tough love

Now you’re playing daddy to a child

It was time to suck it up

And have no business at the game

Got the game fucked up

Chasing after women

Stare at pictures from the life

And missed the big man

Hard lil homey tough love

Now you’re playing daddy to a child

It was time to suck it up

And have no business at the game

I hope the nuts you got was worth it

No longer spending time with friends too busy working

You got mouths to feed, your baby crying cause she hungry

Can’t look in her eyes because you hit the club...

And Noah hurt your pocket

On top of that your baby mama knocking

She got no job so she hoping you gonna fill her wallet

Without that child support she can’t afford to buy that Prada and leave you nada

She tricking and disappearing like ta-da

She gone! You call her but no she won’t pick up the phone

...that her friend’s alone

She don’t give a fuck! She texting back tough luck

I don’t give a motherfuck, nigger you ain’t paying up

Got no love for ya, I got the judge for ya

And if I tell him you ain’t paying he gonna lock your ass up

So that’s your decision

Just know that Imma get this money, sole custody and send your ass back

Got the game fucked up

Chasing after women

Stare at pictures from the life

And missed the big man

Hard lil homey tough love

Now you’re playing daddy to a child

It was time to suck it up

And have no business at the game

Tough luck!

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