Tonart: C minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Damn, what you doing
Cm
Fm
over here?
Wassup?
Yeah, I was thinking
about you the other day
Cm
Fm
And I was thinking I should have never
fucked wit' your ass
Cm
I should have left you right where I found
My bad (my bad)
Verse 2
Fm
When I was with you,
all you ever do was bitch
Cm
Talk shit, but you could suck dick
Fm
So I didn't sweat all
the fussin' and cussin'
On New Year's Eve,
Cm
the night I was bussin'(blaow)
Fm
I would stress and strain
to maintain
And didn't need to hear your
Cm
motherfuckin' ass complain
Fm
About niggas in the house
(mm), feet on the couch
Cm
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt
Bitch, I got fifty cents on this Genesis
Cm
Talkin' 'bout niggas got to vacate
Sheeit, homie hit start
And outa nowhere,
Cm
Fm
your ass got heart (mm)
Pulled out the plug,
then you got drugged
Cm
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
Fm
There's no end to your naggin'
Cm
You can't treat me like I'm faggin',
ho
Fm
You see I'm saggin' (no)
Why I gotta act like a motherfucking
asshole (why?)
Cm
To be king of my motherfucking castle?
Fm
You'll never be the missus
(never)
Breakin' all my dishes
And fuck all my ex bitches
Verse 3
Fm
Cm
Fm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
Cm
Fm
the world ain't yours
Cm
Fm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
Verse 4
Fm
On and off, off and on, bitch I'm grown
Cm
Fm
So stop playing on my phone (stop)
It was a time we can bump and grind
And find heaven (ah)
Cm
Without a motherfucking reverend
Fm
Ménage à troises and bomb-
ass massages
Cm
And dreams of three- car garages
Fm
You say I'm cheating when
I'm up at the studio
Cm
Fm
Come to find out you the ho, oh
And you was way out
Talkin' 'bout rap was gonna
play out
Cm
And I was wasting my time writing rhymes
Fm
You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between
Cm
Fm
you and my career (bitch)
Started fucking with this
baller named Chris
Cm
Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist
Fm
I kept on writing my raps with profanity
Now I'm on tour fucking
bitches like vanity
You tried to diss this, now you miss this
And the first and fifteenth
Fm
Send me naked pictures
but give it a rest
Cm
With Mrs. Ice Cube tattooed
on your breast
Fm
Now you at the back door
of my show (ha)
Fm
askin' could you blow (no)
Hell no, but it's still delicious
Went from rags to riches
And fuck all my ex bitches
Verse 5
Fm
Cm
Fuck you, fuck you,
The world ain't yours,
Cm
Fm
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Cm
the world ain't yours
Verse 6
Fm
Now I hear you sayin',
"Yeah, I used to fuck him"
Not lettin' 'em know I was
a young buck then
Niggas askin' me, "Man,
did you love her?"
Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck
Cm
Fm
her with a rubber (bitch)
Now I hear I'm your big
brother (who?)
Cm
Second cousin, friend
Incest ain't the way I swing (nah)
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
That I had to pay for
I was hateful
Cm
Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
Fm
Fuckin' everything that I could
get my paws on
Cm
Walkin' through hell with gasoline
drawers on
Fm
Now I'm on the mic, music is my life
Fm
heard you was a dyke (damn)
It's your thing if you like
the switches
But it's my world and fuck
all my ex bitches
Verse 7
Fm
Cm
Fm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Cm
Fm
the world ain't yours (uh- uh)
Verse 8
Never go down the same road twice
Cm
Fm
Advice from the big homie Ice Cube
Hmm, girl you better get away
from here
I don't want that shit no more
Nah, nah, and don't be callin' up my
Cm
Fm
Cm
mama' house neither
Fm
I'm through with you,
I'm through with you
I done got smarter, I done got smarter
I ain't fuckin' with your daughter
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