Used To Lyrics

I said ahoo

Think I finna call my wolves, I said ahoo

Fuck nigga, ahoo

Think I finna call my

Flat booty bitches pressed

He ain't beefing, he obsessed

I'm not impressed with that

Imma leave him unaddressed

Now the pride got him depressed

All that shit come with that

Imma forgive, not forget, no do-overs

They gon' reap what they sow when it's over

Niggas talking more than bitches, what's up with that

I Guess we all get hit from the back

I only talk to my G's on the cellular

If that ex-man call me, I'm hanging up

I breathe and he already standing up

If we're brawling don't explain shit, tell that lil' homie relax

The issue ain't dead, it's just taking a nap..maybe perhaps

They be pistol packing, big talker lacking

Hoping I let him slide back in and let that shit ride like the wind, but

It just, ain't what I do

99 problems, but the 1 ain't nothing 'bout you

Go on, do what you do

A flame got nothing to prove

And a bitch ain't moving like she used to

Papa, go get the machete, tell the O-P-S I'm ready

All of these bitches can get it, hit that rewind - yeah I said it

I'm gunning for the wealth, and a lot of it

Yeah nigga, it's real, jelly wobbling

Beat it all the way 'til tomorrow

Have you feeling drippy, then swallow

You cannot jump on this, hop on a remix

Go get your stamina up, I'm a Phoenix

I mean, somebody called me a demon

Because I didn't do what he needed

I mean, dawg, that nigga built like a biscuit

Dawg, half of his dick was just crickets, dawg

I'm supposed to what? Be in my feelings

Be all upset because he is? But baby, look here

It ain't what I do

Hoping I fall, but a queen got nothing to prove

If I'm a boat, baby you're a canoe

Careful who you're speaking to

Respect debt over-due

Yo', the queen ain't moving like she used to

It just, ain't what I do

99 problems, but the 1 ain't nothing 'bout you

Go on, do what you do

A flame got nothing to prove

And a bitch ain't moving like she used to

Ain't what I do

99 problems, but the 1 ain't nothing 'bout you

Go on, do what you do

A flame got nothing to prove

And a bitch ain't moving like she used to

Fuck a John Doe, Fuck a Jane Doe

Fuck all those dodo rats

They be clout chasing, dick glazing, chewed up and they got spat

Step up and they'll move back, step up and they'll move back

Step up and step up, 'cause they're good for kissing ass

Fuck a John Doe, Fuck a Jane Doe

Fuck all those dodo rats

They be clout chasing, dick glazing, chewed up and they got spat

Step up and they'll move back, step up and they'll move back

Step up, and step up, and step up, and it's a wrap, biatch