Shoulda Woulda Lyrics

Huh, Twoey, Tapped in like a you know

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I ain't have to tell her who I was, cause I'm different,

I know she know my name, I'm kinda hard not to mention

Yeah she like the way I talk, but shit I love the way she listen

Book the trip and the room, shorty finna get the business

Cut the lights off, cause yeah this shit bust

The opp side took six L's, I know that shit tough

You better not call this phone again if I don't pick up,

I make a call and it's over if I stamp it bitch that shit suck

You rather cry in a Bach or is you frontin'

You bein' stingy with your pussy or you fuckin',

I can tell I ain't your type, just by the niggas you put up with

She say she hate my guts, but shit I know a bitch who love it, yeah,

I could bust you down, but you can't post up at the crib

These bitches lining niggas

I can't show you where I live, and you blowin' up my line, I gotta hit you with that rizz

We caught him at the light, now that nigga need a bib

Heart of the city and you know that for sure

Been makin' hits for ten years, shit is outta control

My young nigga doing life the other one on parole

We from Seattle, it get grimey, gotta tote you a pole, sucka

Yeah, suckas, you know that you was guilty of faggot,

You to put all the blame on me

If that's the case

I should just do that

Continue to take this from you

Ayy, I might as well have slid on you, as much as you accuse me of slidin',

I might as well have bussed at you, as much as you accuse me of bustin',

I might as well have, went and fucked your bitch, as much as you accuse me of fuckin'

I might as well have took her to the crib lil' nigga

Sucka, ayy

Keep your bitch away from me, cause she get wetter when my ice on

Tried to take it off, but she like, Cammy keep the lights on

Drum it hold a hundred and this stick long as a python

Baby, she a freak, she let me eat it on the drive home

Ain't never been exposed take a trip up on the cyclone

Told her take the trap, cause they be tappin' all these iPhones

Shawty, with this shit, she take a perk, I watch her eyes close

Fifty shades of Cam, bitch, we do it with a blind fold

You rather fuck with a square or a player, everybody love Cam

Walk around like I'm the mayor

Cryin' on my line why this bitch think that I care, dog, you fuckin' with a trick

So I ain't payin' for your hair, ayy,

I could bust you down but you can't post up at the crib

These bitches lining niggas I can't show you where I live

And she blowin' up my line I gotta hit you with that rizz

We caught him at the light now that nigga need a bib, ayy

Heart of the city, that's for real

And you know it, she a slut, renegade, and she show it

It ain't about who gettin' money, it's about who spendin' money

And showing, he ain't a shooter, cause he say he gon' blow it

You niggas fuckin' suckers

You know that you was guilty of faggot

You to put all the blame on me, if that's the case

I should just do that

Continue to take this from you, ayy,

I might as well have slid on you as much as you accuse me of sliding,

I might as well have bust at you as much as you accuse me of bustin',

I might as well have went and fucked your bitch, as much as you accuse me of fuckin'

I might as well have, took her to the crib, lil' nigga, sucka, Twoey, bitch