Used To Be: accordi di
The-dream
The-dream

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Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
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Say I'm fucked up
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Well, you just might be
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fucked up too
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I might be fucked up
Well, baby girl, how 'bout you?
Verse 2
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You used to be my nigga
You used to be that cool bitch
You used to smoke with a nigga,
but now you on that bullshit
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You used to sex me crazy
You used to call me baby
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Now all you do is nag me
Like a five- year- old from
the backseat
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You used to be so confident,
but all that shit came and went
Used to be anti- internet,
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but now you constantly bloggin' and shit
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You used to strip for a nigga
Now you ain't got nothin'
but lip for a nigga
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Halfway decent for me,
but you dress up for your girlfriends
Listening to what they say,
"Got yo' ass without a husband!"
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Put you up in a Benz,
you did everything to get me
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Ain't did nothing since,
but keep talkin' 'bout what it should be
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Call no day- care,
paid all the fuckin' rent
Know you wanna run the world
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but first try runnin' this
But y'all don't wanna hear me
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Verse 3
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Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
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Stop fucking with me, woman
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Stop fucking with me,
if you ain't fucking with me
Verse 4
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Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
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Stop fucking with me, woman
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Stop fucking with me,
if you ain't fucking with me, woman
Verse 5
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You used to be so sweet,
but now you act all bitter
And just so I don't hear that shit I
drown my liver in this liquor
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Used to be like this, man
Used to be my best friend
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Now all you do is judge me
And scream out,
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"Fuck me! But don't fuck me!"
Oh, hell to the naw
Now I'm all up in the clubs
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Now I'm all up in the mall
Now you in my cell phone, screamin,
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"Who's this bitch?"
She's just a friend; yeah, that's it
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And now you wanna trip,
ain't that some shit
Yesterday you didn't give a fuck
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Now you askin' where I been
And now you hatin' on every
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girl that walk by
Talkin' 'bout, "Where she think
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she goin' in that outfit?"
She don't even love me,
she love the competition
Every man out there,
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I hope you're listening
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Can I be honest?
Can I be muthafuckin' honest?
Verse 6
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Stop fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
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Stop fucking with me, woman
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Stop fucking with me,
if you ain't fucking with me
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Stop
Verse 7
fucking with me, woman
Stop fucking with me, woman
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Stop fucking with me, woman
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Stop fucking with me,
if you ain't fucking with me, woman
Verse 8
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There's nothing at home so
I'm searching for love
Try to get through but you
don't give a fuck
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She can't love me when
she don't love herself
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Feels like I'm sleeping with
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somebody else
Now I'm seeing somebody else
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Now I'm touching somebody else
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Now I'm fucking somebody else
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But go ahead and blame me if it helps
I'm just being honest
I know, I know, I know,
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I know sometimes I'm wrong
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But am I really the only one?
Verse 9
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Real women know that
I'm talkin' real shit
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And you fake bitches,
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I'm sure you're sittin' around all pissed
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And my real niggas know that
I'm talkin' real shit
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And fake niggas, can take notes,
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or find a rope, and choke nigga
Yeah
Honesty

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