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yo gotti - had to quit fucking with you lyrics

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i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
d-mn, homie, all the sh-t that we’ve been through,
i gotta quit f-cking with you.

gun jam, say the motherf-cker was you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you.
you, i gotta quit f-cking with you,
you, i gotta quit f-cking with you.
you were my main b-tch and i loved you, too,
biggest hoe want to see, gotta quit f-cking with you.
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you.

let me tell you a story about this b-tch i hate,
used to buy this b-tch on top of bed,
she a bad b-tch, kept me on my swag sh-t,
we just gonna be on styling, b-tch kinda act a lil’
childish.
my main b-tch, i think i like this hoe,
what the f-ck was wrong with me? think they knocking
white this hoe.
let put it like this, she on the money team,
every rapper, every trampler, every outfit.

i gotta quit f-cking with you,
every n-gg-r in the city be f-cking with you.
little land b-tch, always on that client sh-t,
find me, cute face, you think she’s so innocent.
yeah, she’s innocent, she into me, way into me,
we be f-cking instantly, gotta hid the inconsistency.
consistency, she f-cked my head out mentally,
gotta hate ‘em, you better leave, i thought this b-tch
was into me.

i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
all the sh-t we’ve been through,
i gotta quit f-cking with you.

gun jam, say the motherf-cker was you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
you were my main b-tch, and i loved you, too,
biggest hoe want to see, i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you.

my home boy, write it down,
rip copying, use to clap it, we stay in this game.
sunday night, feeling the club,
no pistols on deck, so you know what it want.
enemy in this b-tch, he laughing on g up,
you don’t want see me in club before it’s to kill.
gun jam, homie, for real,
turkish blouse, straight out the window, under the
crib.
it’s one time, you know what it do,
f-cking h-ll, no, i gotta quit f-cking with you,
homeboy in the field, one hundred twenty months,
he be down by three, get out a couple months.

i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i can read between the lines, i know what it do.
he tell us all and i’m telling them , too,
let the screen, man, i gotta quit f-cking with you.
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
all the sh-t we’ve been through,
i gotta quit f-cking with you.

gun jam, say the motherf-cker was you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
you were my main b-tch, and i loved you, too,
biggest hoe want to see, i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you,
i gotta quit f-cking with you.

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