What We Had Lyrics

(Nigga why the fuck you ain't answering the phone)

(After everything I did for your sorry ass)

(Every time you called guess what I was there)

(Every time you asked for a favor I did that shit)

(And now you don't wanna answer the phone)

(You got me looking like some slut some dumb bitch)

(I'm tired of calling your phone)

(You probably laid up with that trick ass bitch right now)

(I'm tired of you)

(It's over)

(Fuck you and fuck that bitch you with)

How I'm supposed to know how you feeling

All this talking you ain't tellin' me shit

But round your friends and that Pink Whitney you expressive shit

You heard stories bout this

And how I did that

Sparking up like your brain found a match

You pay to much attention to single hoes

Damn wait wait wait, I meant to say bitches

Damn, wait again I meant to say women

Boy Meme would kill me if she heard how I'm speaking but,

Let it pass when she hear how you treating me

I been

Dam

Look look

All of these Jada Pinkett's killing my will to win

Entangled in feelings we sated in who we playing jit

Tagging groupies and goofy niggas till' we can touch base again

Till' we see face to face again

Till' I'm back at your place again

Till' we going back and forth not exchanging shit

Telling me how I'm late again

Only call when it's late as shit

And who you talking bout on your latest shit

What other hoes you singing to

Cause damn its been a while since I heard you sing a tune

Remembering the love we had

Tell me where it all went bad

Cause I don't feel the same loving anymore

The memories we thought we had

Tell me where they all went bad

Cause I don't feel the same loving anymore

Remember days of us fucking around and rambling

Moments we should've cherished cause now a days we be scrambling

For anything

I try and make you laugh but now I'm annoying

I give you silence tryna be ya peace and now I'm too boring

I turn the music up since you won't talk and now I'm ignoring

You painting pictures in ya head about me at least I'm ya portrait

I'm your boy and you know it

Leaving you ain't the option I've chosen

Remembering the love we had

Tell me where it all went bad

Cause I don't feel the same loving anymore

The memories we thought we had

Tell me where they all went bad

Cause I don't feel the same loving anymore

Remembering the love we had

Tell me where it all went bad

Cause I don't feel the same loving anymore

The memories we thought we had

Tell me where they all went bad

Cause I don't feel the same loving anymore

(Nigga why the fuck you ain't answering the phone)

(After everything I did for your sorry ass)

(And now you don't wanna answer the phone)

(I'm tired of calling your phone)

(You probably laid up with that trick ass bitch right now)

(It's over)

(Fuck you and fuck that bitch you with)