Why you stressing me , nigga why you pressing me
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
I throw no shade just spit the truth
Baby just listen
You picked a ten subtract the five lil baby you was slippin , straight trippen
Ion have to say no names it's no forgiveness I'm dissing
Told you leave that hoe alone but you ain't listen
Now you drippen
You had a car but now no pot to piss in
Your boys f*cked your shit up left you hanging to transmission
F*cking every hoe but where your kids nigga I'm listening
Swear that your soo hood but your pussy straight bitchin
I'm not a bitter bitch I'm just fed up
Your walk-in dangerous lines with me nigga keep your head up
Bitch before you get stuck
Got niggas that will rose for this lil baby
Your testing the waters taking crazy I'm crazy
Why you stressing me , nigga why you pressing me
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
I heard You f*cking with that bitch , thought you was happy boy what happened
I seen Through all them lies and all that Cappin shit was tragic
You must have thought you really had me but nah fr you had me f*cked up
It's like when niggas get you they forget they really lucked up
So now I'm acting stuck up
My feelings they on f*ck ya
And tell that bitch who think she talking slick that i can touch her
I thought you was the one guess my accountant finally f*cked up
Y'all be claiming basic niggas i cant Love one
The only bitch that has your back i thought you knew that
You acting like them niggas thought i told I been through that
I told You not to do that
I really Thought you knew that now when they bring you up i just Sit back and I'm like who dat
Why you stressing me , nigga why you pressing me
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
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Why you stressing me , nigga why you pressing me
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
I throw no shade just spit the truth
Baby just listen
You picked a ten subtract the five lil baby you was slippin , straight trippen
Ion have to say no names it's no forgiveness I'm dissing
Told you leave that hoe alone but you ain't listen
Now you drippen
You had a car but now no pot to piss in
Your boys f*cked your shit up left you hanging to transmission
F*cking every hoe but where your kids nigga I'm listening
Swear that your soo hood but your pussy straight bitchin
I'm not a bitter bitch I'm just fed up
Your walk-in dangerous lines with me nigga keep your head up
Bitch before you get stuck
Got niggas that will rose for this lil baby
Your testing the waters taking crazy I'm crazy
Why you stressing me , nigga why you pressing me
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
I heard You f*cking with that bitch , thought you was happy boy what happened
I seen Through all them lies and all that Cappin shit was tragic
You must have thought you really had me but nah fr you had me f*cked up
It's like when niggas get you they forget they really lucked up
So now I'm acting stuck up
My feelings they on f*ck ya
And tell that bitch who think she talking slick that i can touch her
I thought you was the one guess my accountant finally f*cked up
Y'all be claiming basic niggas i cant Love one
The only bitch that has your back i thought you knew that
You acting like them niggas thought i told I been through that
I told You not to do that
I really Thought you knew that now when they bring you up i just Sit back and I'm like who dat
Why you stressing me , nigga why you pressing me
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
I throw no shade just spit the truth
Baby just listen
You picked a ten subtract the five lil baby you was slippin , straight trippen
Ion have to say no names it's no forgiveness I'm dissing
Told you leave that hoe alone but you ain't listen
Now you drippen
You had a car but now no pot to piss in
Your boys f*cked your shit up left you hanging to transmission
F*cking every hoe but where your kids nigga I'm listening
Swear that your soo hood but your pussy straight bitchin
I'm not a bitter bitch I'm just fed up
Your walk-in dangerous lines with me nigga keep your head up
Bitch before you get stuck
Got niggas that will rose for this lil baby
Your testing the waters taking crazy I'm crazy
Why you stressing me , nigga why you pressing me
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
I heard You f*cking with that bitch , thought you was happy boy what happened
I seen Through all them lies and all that Cappin shit was tragic
You must have thought you really had me but nah fr you had me f*cked up
It's like when niggas get you they forget they really lucked up
So now I'm acting stuck up
My feelings they on f*ck ya
And tell that bitch who think she talking slick that i can touch her
I thought you was the one guess my accountant finally f*cked up
Y'all be claiming basic niggas i cant Love one
The only bitch that has your back i thought you knew that
You acting like them niggas thought i told I been through that
I told You not to do that
I really Thought you knew that now when they bring you up i just Sit back and I'm like who dat
Why you stressing me , nigga why you pressing me
I gave you my heart and now i cant Give you the rest of me
Tried to give you sauce but you've been f*cking up the recipe
I'm rolling up my weed while counting up my cheese
Writer: Erica Smith, Jania Grant
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