Brake Up to Make Up Lyrics

Where the fuck you been

What the fuck you mean where I been, man

You weren't in no motherfucking booth like you told me you was

How you figure that, man

Because I just called the homeboy and he told me y'all was at the strip club with them little nasty bitches over there

Man, that nigga is lying

Lying

Yes, this nigga is lying

Ain't nobody motherfucking lying. You the one who over here lying to me

Man, fuck all that look, man. How about we just agree to this

You know what? Fine. We can just fuck. I don't need your ass

I don't need your ass

We fucking in

Fairytale lovers with a deep stare

Shawty say I'm fucking with her sleep, yeah

Followed by you niggas, never keep, yeah

Phone rang twice, she holla see, yeah

Girl, you got me open like a dope spy

Fuck me, leave me, I hope not

Reckless trying to fuck you, hitting both spots

You love her, yes, and certainly

But lil' mama won't work with me

Told her she like dinner and dessert to me

Long story short, she tried dessert to me

Love ain't forever if it's her to me

Class is now in session, but I miss the bill

Secrets out for lovers who don't kiss or tell

Lovely lady, but I miss the air

Shawty, don't you ever leave

I can make you cry, but don't you ever grieve

I see you wanting plenty, but I never need

Only one D before a young die

Reaching for my wifey with just one arm

3, 2, 1, bomb

You think we can just break up to make up for fucking

I'm tired of playing these games with you, so now I'm finna dump it

I'll show you right, put you up on some game

I just wanna fuck

If I want it, I'ma call you

Maybe we can get it up

As soon as we done, you can leave and go back home

No more trying to work it out

You had your chance, so now it's gone

To be honest, girl, your sex is what I love

If you need it, then I'm with you

All we gotta do is fuck

One day you say you love me, the next you want me out

Go through my emails, you see them, then you read them out

Let's disagree between the two, we ain't gonna work it out

We always fighting bout the drama and the word of mouth

You say it's over and I'm saying shit, well that's what's up

Collect your friends, tell her the sex that made you fall in love

Let's keep it on that level, need sex, baby

Grade A fuck friend, the love that unfaded

I'm sick of all the stressing, girl, that's why I wanna break up

I wanna cry and say you sorry, now you wanna make up

I be hating all that screaming and that yelling out in public

Saying that you wanna leave, gone bitch, this is love

You wanna come back, but another took your place

I keep your number on speed dial just in case

It was nice rocking with you three years, we had some fun

I'ma call you when I need you

Relationships is done, damn

I'm tired of playing these games with you, so now I'm finna dump it

I'll show you right, put you up on some game

I just wanna fuck, if I want it, I'ma call you

Maybe we can get it up, baby

Soon as we done, you can leave and go back home

No more trying to work it out, you had your chance

So now it's blown, it's blown

To be honest, boy, the sex is what I love

If you with it, then I'm with it

All we gotta do is fuck

All we gotta do is fuck

Yes, I love you, but I'm tired and I'm fed up

So when I miss you, I'ma call you

You can pair it up

I saw the emails and the texts that's in your phone

Talking to them nasty bitches, saying you'll be there in a minute

Why

I gave you all you ever asked for and more

But you fucked around on me, you never loved me

So don't say it, baby

I'm not contemplating relating us no more

You find me passionate, blaming on your cheating ass

Now you can't hit the door

When you that dumb to think that I would never find you

Too obvious to me, you try to explain, I know you're lying

Hiding behind the truth, always claiming you in the booth

You was with that trifling bitch that was choosing me like a fool

Three years down the drain, I'm telling you we're done

You had your fun and attitude, but there's one thing that we can do

I'ma call you when I need it

Come on over and just beat it

Give me passions of a thug

Remember, we can only play

We can't just break up to make up for fucking

I'm tired of playing these games with you, so now I'm feeling dumpy

I'll show you right

Put you up on some game

I just wanna fuck

In my moment, I'ma call you

Maybe we can get it up

As soon as we're done, you can leave and go back home

No more trying to work it out

You had your chance, so now it's gone

To be honest, boy, sex is what I love

All we gotta do is fuck