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

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

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