Used 2 Know ft. Cheeks Bossman Lyrics

Ouu-Wee, Gahd-lee, somebody I used to know

I don't want your bitch lil' dude, that's just somebody I used to hoe

These chicks be all up on my cock, but I ain't no rooster though

Talking 'bout she never did this before, I introduced her though

Seduced her though, Went and scooped her though like a recruiter, bro

I ain't gon' lie, that brain so fire, you could've been a tutor, hoe

Know I amuse you but when I speed sit up, watch for the troopers, hoe

When I put my pistol on the dresser, shit, I think I spooked the hoe

But that ain't no worse than you, cause you find out you gon' abuse the hoe

Don't crash out, you ain't no shooter, bro

You ain't gon' lose the hoe

I'll give her back, I'm just gon' use her, bro

She yours, for shit, fasho

Shit, I'm just tryna be a good sport, you want your lady back, or no

Shit, it's just fun, she know that I don't suit her

I'm in the mall more than the boosters, Think that's why I move

Pick her up late night, then drop this dick, and then I send a Uber

That lil' shit wet, but when I dive in it, I feel like Scuba

Well it make sense, I do shit casually

Aye not too much, boy watch your mouth, don't become a casualty

I ain't even pressed for that lil' pussy, I be in my bag, you see

I chill with bad bitches for fun, bae don't be mad at me

I do this shit too easy

I do got locs, but still I ball, nigga I think I'm Stevie

I wonder why, when I tell the truth, these hoes still don't believe me

I told her, shit if you don't like it, then you can fucking leave me

I'm wearin' glasses in the club she texted, I know you see me

Shit no I don't, she hit my phone, I'll see you later

Shit no you won't, sometimes I can be a lil' toxic

I do the most, fuck round and tell a bitch I love her

Knowin' that I don't, you know I love you, bae

Niggas be mad at me, I got his boo

Nigga she comin' with me for the night, and it's 42

These roses come from Venus baby, Publix who

And I tell all my bitches I love them, and they know I do

Come on, come over, bae, bend it up

Type of money I spend in the club, can buy me a Bentley truck

Swear your ex niggas ain't gangsta, they just actin' tough

Put a bag on his head, he think about runnin' up

Bought you them bag shoes from Chanel, you ain't say shit

Last nigga ain't give you no drip

Bitch, who you playin' with?

I got racks for real, I used to trap for real, could buy her back for real

Didn't I take you to stores, and give you Dior, and told you get more

Cartier shades for your face, and trips round the world and took you on tour

We just tryna catch a vibe, we made it a sport, fashion show in New York

You know I live on the court, you ain't shit but a whore, now to me you a whore

Bitch