Fuck What He's Sayin

(álbum: Lite Work Vol II - 2017)

I know your nigga be playing, but fuck what he saying
I know you're sick of his bullshit, and all that fucking explaining
Every day it's some other shit, he keep making you angry
You keep saying that you through with buddy, but none' seems to changes
But fuck what he saying, fuck what he saying
But fuck what he saying, yeah fuck what he saying
Know you're tired of the playing, you're tired of that playing
All that bitching, explaining, all that bitching, explaining

I know you're tired of the playing, and that nigga lazy
He stay on that childish shit and gon' keep driving you crazy
You ain't gon' get younger girl, time flying, you aging
Come fuck with a real nigga, that's a man, you can't raise him
Let go, you can't save him, disrespectful behavior
Indulging in other bitches, all up in they faces
I swear you deserve better, what the fuck have he gave you?
Say baby don't worry 'bout him, what he bring to the table?
No I cannot lie, yeah you do something to me girl
Put that pride to the side and bring that pussy to me girl
I don't care about our lives, I just got shot by Cupid girl
So let me slide up inside, let's cut up and get foolish girl

I know your nigga be playing, but fuck what he saying
I know you're sick of his bullshit, and all that fucking explaining
Every day it's some other shit, he keep making you angry
You keep saying that you through with buddy, but none' seems to changes
But fuck what he saying, fuck what he saying
But fuck what he saying, yeah fuck what he saying
Know you're tired of the playing, you're tired of that playing
All that bitching, explaining, all that bitching, explaining

Every day it's some new shit
Making empty promises, he ain't gon' do shit
Hit that nigga line and tell him my new boo lit
How you wife that ho, she on some fuck the crew shit
We on a new trip, hop up in my new whip
Walking bow-legged, pockets full of blue chips
These ain't old hundreds, paper, I got blue strips
And we don't drive home, and lil boy yeah we flew here
Just pop you a tab, let's get your roll on
I hope you up for a new ride, baby hold on
Show baby how I get down, your ex was so wrong
Baby don't you worry now, I'll have your soul gone

I know your nigga be playing, but fuck what he saying
I know you're sick of his bullshit, and all that fucking explaining
Every day it's some other shit, he keep making you angry
You keep saying that you through with buddy, but none' seems to changes
But fuck what he saying, fuck what he saying
But fuck what he saying, yeah fuck what he saying
Know you're tired of the playing, you're tired of that playing
All that bitching, explaining, all that bitching, explaining