Fuck Wit Me / Letter 2 GA Lyrics

Man, they wanna fuck with me

Cause I'm nowhere and I'm everywhere how I ought to be

And I left ya girl 'cause that's how it had to be

When they brought the drama, girl

That's when I knew ya needed two of me

And I wish ya knew the older me 'cause this newer world been taking hold of me

I don't recognize myself

I got a scar on my chest

And my game is like I'm out at Harvard playing chess

Man, why they wanna fuck with me

Should've came to the garden in a vest 'cause I'm in the field how I'm supposed to be

And I told that boy he shouldn't play with me 'cause I'm in the field how I'm supposed to be

And I heard the word; you ain't have to speak

I give a look; I make them pussy bitches weak

Roll around, windows down; jealous boys tryna be like me

They ain't suffer how I suffer out there slanging Jeeps

And they talk a lot but y'know talk is cheap

I can't pay attention to the noise

When I fall asleep I dream of you and me

And I know ya got a boy; in all respect

He can't fuck with me; I'm on the top floor

And I started off the year on a new accord

Pussy boy, he thinking he balling in a new Accord

And I laugh at that 'cause when they took my whip I went and got a newer toy

You can't fuck with what the Lord got in store

Man, they wanna fuck with me

Cause I'm nowhere and I'm everywhere how I ought to be

And I left ya girl 'cause that's how it had to be

When they brought the drama, girl

That's when I knew ya needed two of me

And I wish ya knew the older me 'cause this newer world been taking hold of me

Ride around and my wish is that ya come and see me and ya bring me peace

I been working like there two of me

And my type, ya know there only few of me

I give ya everything including all of me

And my motto: Keep it G

And I hope I make ya proud and aroused when ya think of me

Going pound for pound with these wanna-be's

I give the game my all 'cause I wonder what ya think of me

Yeah, when ya told me that you loved me should've said it back

Used to ride around ya crib in my Daddy's whip puffing on a sack

Doing anything to try and get ya back

In another life I hope I get another chance

Promise that I'll do it right

Still, I'll do ya right

Girl, I ain't a thug but I live a Thug Life

Yeah, still I do ya right

Would ya walk the aisle for a thug rocking all white

Baby girl, I know I ain't your type but I'd

But I'd do ya right and I know ya missing something in ya life

Yeah, I know ya missing something in ya life

Tell me is it all right

If I wrote ya letters when he ain't around would ya write 'em back

Baby girl, I know I ain't your type but I'd

But I'd do ya right