Keyshia Cole Lyrics

I remember when I gave up loving you My heart couldn't take no more of you

I was sad and lonely I remember when I walked out

I remember when I screamed I hated you This ain't no motherfuckin' love song, man

Whole lotta checks in my pocket like Nike Keep two shooters on me, no Spike Lee

Niggas be hatin', but they won't fight me Y'all been in love with the money, that's wifey

Just make 200 racks off a tight beat I'm with the guys, I hope you don't try me

You say if it's up, then it's stuck like we Siamese Glock out of attitude, he gettin' feisty

Fuck your feature, nigga, don't write me These rap niggas be way too spicy

If he try to test me, we get on his ass Put his ass in the back, then we sit in the Grimey's

Fuckin' this bitch and I do it politely Boy, stop cappin', you know I get slimy

That boy only play on the net, he ain't Kyrie I know you a bitch, cause you keep typin

Caldi racks, I did my math today Fresh to death, passed away

Don't know if I live tomorrow, so I'm back in my bag today

My new bitch got ass for days, my old bitch havin' Saturdays

We spendin' bands every night, I thank God we got cash for days

Throw the baseball hat away, I can't even fuck with the cap

Couple toe tug in my lap, let me hit you from the back

Eatin' hot wings in the trap, she only fuck with the flash

Niggas been watchin' my story before it was even a style

Bae, I'm the good guy mixed with a A-hole Nigga, you broke, don't sit at my table

Bad lil' bitch gon' do what I say, so I'm with the killers, I put him on payroll

Wherever the money go, that's where my day go

I get to trippin' when I hit a bank loan

She finna suck me up straight in the Range Road

Came with that makeup and left with a facial

Only broke boys cheat, I'm faithful

Niggas shot at me, I'm stable

Way too blessed a bitch, I'm grateful

Pop my shit, pop star, no faggo

Guaranteed dissatisfaction

Baby, I'm chillin', I'm relaxin

This my dad, you got two choices

Fox 8 News or a 19 action

We used to trap out the regal

Glock gettin' lethal

And I get fly like an eagle

I give a dick while I'm feedin' the eagle

Chopper on me, get to singin' like Ne-Yo

Say you be there for me like I'm a knee-zoo

Shawty, baby, you know I don't believe you

You try to stake me, you thought I ain't peach

Need a lesson, bae, come let me teach you

Draping designer, that nigga be flossin

They ask when I do it, I do the shit often

I had to stay down and take a few losses

Got me some money and made a few bosses

Got me a hate, some lil' bitches, she bossin

She wanna suck on my dick in her office

VVS diamonds, she ask where the cost me

I told her and she start to drip like a boss

My heart couldn't take no more of you

I let it know you