Quana, Pt. 4

Part four do I got more to say How many times I got to say It's ziggy not zae How many times your going to Block my number anyway Yeah I pulled up to your crib And you ain't know I knew Where you live I seen your two dogs You substituted for wanting kids I can't keep saying sorry For all the silly shit I did I can't keep running down On Niggas just for wanting dibs Did you turn hay because of me You can't take nobody serious Because of me When you linking with these Bitches are you looking For another me Whoa I'm a creep cause I know That she drive a jeep If I run into your moms I don't know if I should speak I'm not saying that it's beef I don't even think it's that's deep It's just lines that she crossed On certain things that I peeped I'm not saying that I'm perfect I know that it's shit I lack You the apple of my eye So I went and got you a Mac We had that crib on camp creek And I wish that I got it back And you couldn't break the lease And I know You was feeling trapped I was broke with a nine to five And you kept on calling me fat And I know I could do better You had me feel like I'm whack I took shorty to Hawaii Cause she ain't treat me like that But I ain't take that girl to cali I keep on telling you that I came with baggage in your life And I know it's hard to unpack But one thing I never did Was go fucking behind your back Ever since you left Miami Your what's her name Looking snatched But you know before that shit I been was saying you a snack Whoa I won't talk about your Body no more I won't get no wings At follies no more I don't want to say sorry no more Shit I barely want a part four If this will never happen Then what we getting hookah At spots for If you won't stop That crazy shit for me Then who you'll stop for Cancer plus a Scorpio is bad I know I did the math I know the way to you heart Is getting juicy crab And that's why I wonder Making my mistakes Got my own place I had to throw it in your face And I felt a way When you said it was a waste But I still love you And that's why I wonder You broke my heart You did enough even tho I did a lot I'm not the only one to blame You played a part You really hurt me And that's why I wonder I know I did the most You cut your hair Now you amber rose I got a thing for your white toes But now you got hoes And that's why I wonder Miss quana I don't want no more drama This is not even deep Let me bring you some peace Please don't never believe me Miss quana I don't want no more drama Miss quana