MAJOR FIGGAS - You Didn't Feel Me Then lyrics

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Ay man before these bitches was trippin

It was a task

MF 2000 a whole different story

Ay Spado, let these fuckin hoes know

[Spade]

Uh she used to be mine

See me career on recline

Now that doe low

I aint seen her ass in eons

Walkin around talkin bout the Spade like a peon

Took you to a 3-2-5 from a neon

Baby speed on

See me wit all V on

Yeah I heard bitch you got your cheat on

You played a good game

But I got a good name

And all the hoes love me in that thing on wood frame

Aint a damn thing changed

Bitch I'm still a baller

And my new boo appreciates when I call her

I know you aint mad

I know you aint sad

Yeah I heard you pregnant

But I know I aint the dad

Your new man got a coupe

But I know it aint the Jag

You heard about the vapors

I know you got em bad

Hey hoe, why you go that route?

I had you coupin

Now rumors say your new man got you troopin

On the block sellin it from crack to hash

Disrespect you

Let a nigga smack yo ass

Bitch I wouldn't think twice about hittin yo ass

You lookin skinny

Baby is you hittin the glass?

[Bumpie Johnson]

Minkied up

10 karat pinkied up

And the whore find suites wit a slinky slut

Baby you had your chance but you chose to step

See the top off the 'vette

Jewels cold as death

Hittin me up sayin that you the best for me

Is it because the other chick havin sex wit me?

Used to think less of me

Now you pressed for me

Baby this money got you wantin to get next to me

Uh tell me what you want from Bumpie

For a dubbie, buggy, jewels, truckie

All these chicks love me

Sayin that you the one

You got to proove to me

All you doin now baby is just losein me

Thinkin diamonds and rubies

Seduce me to use me

Hate to hear me laid up

Smuttin in jacuzzis

Bitch you a groupie

Won't get none of my cash

Find another man to stand behind your slimey ass

[Chorus]

Bitch you didn't feel me then

But I know you feelin me now

Don't you think it's funny how

Tables seem to turn around

When a nigga didn't have no deal

Didn't wanna keep it real

Now that Figgas struck it rich

All yall bitches on our dick

Is the money why you wit me?

Then just leave

Only time you call me

Is when you need

It aint that my money funny

It's just me

Yeah I like spendin money

Just for me

Whats the truth to you is a lie to me

Bitch I don't ride wit you

You ride wit me

My man had you first

You think you sly wit me

Beepin my man searchin for me

Sleep wit my man

You'll be closer to me

Everything you own you owe it to me

I bought you a shop

You chose to be dumb

I still want my money

All the heads that get done

Your jaws aint fucked up?

All them heads that you done

Cum and all

Just for some threads that you want

You fresh out of luck bitch

I'm sayin that you done

[Gillie Da Kidd]

Yo, I met her at the clam bar

Double parked in my mans car

S-Type Jag

She had the best type ass

Conservative look, linen

I had my lower Tims on

And she was starin at the Ro

I had the gems on

I must admit, I'm lovin the waist

Chanel outfit, glasses

I'm lovin the taste

Grabbed her arm

My other hand clutched the Phillie

Said she heard about the Figgas

And had love for Gillie

I knew she was sweet

Ordered food to eat

Checked in 243, the Westin suite

Cracked the door

Bitch gave me her breast to eat

Pushed me straight to the floor

Start carressin my feet

Body like I never seen

Small waist and all butt

Type to have you fuckin up

Paid on 8th and Walnut

I'm trippin

Before the Kid write a check

I'd dance butt naked at the Vet

You gotta respect

She was married wit a hubbie

So I woke up 4 AM and left the bitch at the telly

[Chorus to end]