So Be It Lyrics

You keep on playin', you keep on listening to what your friends do Man, I can't lie, that shit right there get me in a bad mood

I can't complain, cause if we argue, I'd lose my damn cool

But it ain't your fault, I gotta blame it

On how your dad move

Like he shouldnt of raised, no hoe, I'll tell you the damn truth

I shoulda listened to all them stories about

that last dude, the last few You a liar, I can't put it past you

Like, damn, shoot, how I ain't notice how I had the damn proof

Don't come back again and say you sorry, I ain't listenin

I can't love a hoe unless she talkin' bout some Benjamins

Watch for your back door, I swear she probably tryna let em' in

Yeah, we need to cut them ties, I think I need a severance

Now I'm fuckin' with a dancer, before I pull my pants up

She tell me that I'm handsome, and She don't even want me stand up

She start playin' hands up like she gon' throw a tantrum

If that's who you is, so be it I don't wanna sit up, I don't wanna argue

I don't wanna talk, just leave it I don't wanna hear your stories and all that

bullshit about your reasons You can't even look me inside the eye, you

guilty for real treason Your mom shoulda gave you a beating

Listen, Michael Jackson beat it, Percocet, I'm gon' need it

Cause dick, she gon' eat it, she gon' fuck any niggas, she freakin

She gon' do that shit while she bleedin', she a little eater, believe me

How many times I caught you creepin'? I got a new bitch, her titties is plastic

She call me daddy, but this bitch is a bastard Nah, for real, she want me to smash it

She want me to get nasty in traffic Nah, for real, she do it with passion

She suck dick like she payin' for classes Wrist on froze, neck on Alaska

I'm tryna make this song a caption I done had 20 cars in the mansion

Pushin' it fast, I can't be crashin' I can't do this hoe like the last one

I wrecked that car but the seatbelt fastened Your man ain't been on no drill, he cappin

He never been outside with no savages If I up this pistol, you know that I'm blastin' shit

Don't come back again and say you sorry, I ain't listenin

I can't love a hoe unless she talkin' bout some Benjamins

Better watch for your back door, I swear she probably tryna let em' in

Yeah, we need to cut them ties, I think I need a severance

Now I'm fuckin' with a dancer, before I pull my pants up

She tell me that I'm handsome, and

She don't even want me stand up, she start playin' hands up

Like she gon' throw a tantrum

If that's who you is, so be it

I don't wanna sit up, I don't wanna argue

I don't wanna talk, just leave it