My Least Fav X ft. DaWizardBeatz & Tone the Writer Lyrics

Tours around your city, how I'm looking past you?

Stuck in the past, that's why these bitches lapped you

Have your fun first, I'll have my after

Waiting on you gon' have you waiting on me I promise that one

Benefit or never fit, that's been your factor

Trying to figure out how serious question warrants laughter

See, this the type of tussle that needs a pastor

A therapist or something thereafter

I showed up like an actor, you showed up like a capper

I understood you got a past, but I can't fix what happened

I'm a player, not a patcher

Former crook, now a crafter

Not a saint, I'm a snatcher

But for you, I turned it backwards

I'm not a snatcher, I'm a saint, going hard in the paint

I did everything they can't, I guess this is a thanks

I give for making great out of something that it ain't

Just take her back, you know I can't

You know I can't

See, now I feel like I'm crashing, but putting it on wax

This tie we had I'm slashing, here's a known fact

Now I feel like I'm crashing, but putting it on wax

This tie we had I'm slashing, here's a known fact

I used to L-O-V-E a bitch

I used to L-O-V-E a bitch

I used to L-O-V-E a bitch

I used to L-O-V-E a bitch

I used to love

I used to love that bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch

I used to love

I used to love that bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch

I used to

A nigga came straight from thugging

Parking lot posting, my nigga, we ain't paying nothing

Your bitch up in the backseat, fumbling over nothing

Now I got her feeling me, it was a time I felt something

Ex made me a dog, now I walk them like they is too

Hands around her throat, now get ready for my kids too

Turn my accent up, say "Whazzam, love?"

Make your bitch flip out and tell you get the fuck

She don't want no hood nigga, but she like 'em gangster

She just look at me, then say "God thank you

Tell em send a beat, I need to express how I feel bro

You ain't gotta lie, we can kick it like a field goal

I used to be that nigga that fell in love with hoes

Like, if I show my feelings, maybe hers'll grow

Then I realized, nothing about em different

They don't wanna be loved, you just gotta listen

Love that bitch, I used to love that bitch

All you need is money, you can fuck that bitch

When that money missing, the hoes start to lessen

Hoes think I'm cold, I just don't show the fire in me

But I'ma, I'ma keep on sinning

Bad nigga but good intentions

This what attract women

The ain't shit niggas really winning