Married 2 Qua ft. T Woods Lyrics

I swear I hate the real me, and I can't make this up(I can't make this up)

She want me to give it up, it's still four's in my cup(still four's in my cup)

Three hunnit bows on the way, and I can't make this up(can't make this up)

Get em delivered to yo doe, like it's Pizza Hut(here you go)

Say I got it under control, they say I'm drownin' in mudd(I'm drownin' in it, drownin' it)

Gotta have my shit together, kno she ain't gone fw no scrub(nuh-uh, nuh-uh)

This ain't even for the pub, but I just crack'd a dub(crackin)

I let them birds take a bath, I clean em up in my tub(brrrd)

We ain't gotta talk bout what I do, I do that shit off the luv(it's luv)

If you saw the way I move, you know why it's, In Mook we trust(okay)

JT got up wit Jigga Man, now we around this bitch bussin(bussin)

Folks Ion be rollin' like that, naw this it ain't luv but I'm lustin(woo, woo)

Sip a couple lines of drank, to make sure I ain't rushin(um)

I dream bout lean, ova you baby girl, cuz I'm crushin

Wen shit wasn't right, I kept my grit, didn't do no bitchin' or fussin

Big dawg shit, how? when it's time to dump, you a munchkin(lil ass nigga)

My lil bitch don't study on that laptop, strictly punchin(she punchin' four's)

Bro got the pot like Ant-Man, how he got this bitch jumpin(woo)

You cross the gang, bullets givin' face tats, no discussion(ftttt)

Beat a b po a four to celebrate(aye), and roll a opp in a Russian(aye-aye)

I been missin' that luv, from you girl, on the daily(on the daily)

You was the there, when I was dumpin' out the cutes, servin' Treycies(servin' treycies)

Jus cuz I'm dozin' off da juice, don't mean you gotta suck it lazy(suck it lazy)

It ain't bout gettin' the gang gettin' rich, that shit ain't gone phase me(ain't gone phase me)

I swear I hate the real me, and I can't make this up(I can't make this up)

She want me to give it up, it's still four's in my cup(still four's in my cup)

Three hunnit bows on the way, and I can't make this up(can't make this up)

Get em delivered to yo doe, like it's Pizza Hut(here you go)

Say I got it under control, they say I'm drownin' in mudd(I'm drownin' in it, drownin' it)

Gotta have my shit together, kno she ain't gone fw no scrub(nuh-uh, nuh-uh)

This ain't even for the pub, but I just crack'd a dub(crackin)

I let them birds take a bath, I clean em up in my tub(brrrd)

Hate the real me(I'm trappin)

Hate the real me(I'm dri-in)

I know the real street niggas gone feel me(gon' feel me)

She keep callin'(callin), like come home please(come home please)

I'm racin' in dese treacherous streets jus to cram G's(skrrt)

It's a lot drugs in me but no over dosin(but no overdosin)

I'm married to the paper, baby, come get go yo damn ring(get yo damn ring)

Wonder where's Stevie blind me from what I seen(seen)

I think the, uh, to strong it's gone drop fiends(it's gon' drop fiends)

I swear I hate the real me, and I can't make this up(I can't make it up)

She want me to give it up, it's still four's in my cup(yeah, it's four's in it)

Three hunnit bows on the way, and I can't make this up(I can't)

Get em delivered to yo doe, like it's Pizza Hut(I can)

Say I got it under control, they say I'm drowning' in mudd(I'm drownin' in it, drownin' in it)

Gotta have my shit together, kno she ain't gone fw no scrub(nah-uh, nuh-uh)

This ain't even for the pub, but I just crack'd a dub(I'm crackin)

I let them birds take a bath, I clean em up in my tub