Grapevine

I don’t got time for the games Got me running round crying to these lames I don’t play shit U miss me? You better say that shit You better hope I hold you down cause I’ll spray that chick With the quickness Gods my witness How you leave her on read when you be hitting this? That don’t make sense But you always make time You swear you so real But you always stay lying Tell truth nigga! Hold up! Before I roll up Stop coming at me crazy You get no love See I gotta girl so you hurt and wanna break that too Now you lying that we dated tryna make that true How I feel about it I’ll keep it real bout it You ain’t nothing worth my time won’t make a deal bout it Know you had you chance And you said you was fine You see me going up Now you tryna be mine Tell the truth hoe! Tell the truth, hoe Don't get it twisted I know the difference between a woman and a hoe And a bitch Stop playing games with my name cause you see what's going on Come on bra What I done told yo ass bra? All these hoes gon be on ya ass now Feel me They starting to see you do this shit every Monday bra Of course they gon be at your neck bra What the f*ck you expect bra? Cut all that bullshit bra Tighten the f*ck up get this shit together You gotta stop playing