Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Edward Herbert
Songwriter
Paul The Producer
Songwriter
Lyrics
I told you once, and I told you twice
If you got to go, then I'll pay that price
You broke my trust, so you're out of my life
Took that chance, when you rolled that dice
Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go
Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go
I can't deal with snakes in the grass, they be thievin'
Take her out to lunch with your homie by the evenin'
Same nigga that you put on for no reason
Stab you in the back, thinkin' he'll get even
Got a little man when he heard that I came up
Seen it in his eyes when I brought my cake up
Something you can't hide like a bitch with too much makeup
Crabs in the bucket, they don't wanna see you stay up
Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go
Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go
I told you once, and I told you twice
If you got to go, then I'll pay that price
You broke my trust, so you're out of my life
Took that chance, when you rolled that dice
Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go
Oh, no, fuck with me, ya gots to go
My girl used to text me every fuckin' day
Now my messages are comin' far in between
I was her king, what, she was my queen
But something ain't right, I don't know what's happenin
One night she came over drunk and ready to bone
Fucked her till she sleep, then I left the ass alone
Felt a bit of shame when I went through her phone
Till I read her messages and I found out she at home
Oh, no
Writer(s): Jeffrey Herbert
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