Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
Cm
Damn, what you doing
Gm
Cm
over here?
Wassup?
Yeah, I was thinking
about you the other day
Gm
Cm
And I was thinking I should have never
fucked wit' your ass
Gm
I should have left you right where I found
My bad (my bad)
Verse 2
Cm
When I was with you,
all you ever do was bitch
Gm
Talk shit, but you could suck dick
Cm
So I didn't sweat all
the fussin' and cussin'
On New Year's Eve,
Gm
the night I was bussin'(blaow)
Cm
I would stress and strain
to maintain
And didn't need to hear your
Gm
motherfuckin' ass complain
Cm
About niggas in the house
(mm), feet on the couch
Gm
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt
Bitch, I got fifty cents on this Genesis
Gm
Talkin' 'bout niggas got to vacate
Sheeit, homie hit start
And outa nowhere,
Gm
Cm
your ass got heart (mm)
Pulled out the plug,
then you got drugged
Gm
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
Cm
There's no end to your naggin'
Gm
You can't treat me like I'm faggin',
ho
Cm
You see I'm saggin' (no)
Why I gotta act like a motherfucking
asshole (why?)
Gm
To be king of my motherfucking castle?
Cm
You'll never be the missus
(never)
Breakin' all my dishes
And fuck all my ex bitches
Verse 3
Cm
Gm
Cm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
Gm
Cm
the world ain't yours
Gm
Cm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
Verse 4
Cm
On and off, off and on, bitch I'm grown
Gm
Cm
So stop playing on my phone (stop)
It was a time we can bump and grind
And find heaven (ah)
Gm
Without a motherfucking reverend
Cm
Ménage à troises and bomb-
ass massages
Gm
And dreams of three- car garages
Cm
You say I'm cheating when
I'm up at the studio
Gm
Cm
Come to find out you the ho, oh
And you was way out
Talkin' 'bout rap was gonna
play out
Gm
And I was wasting my time writing rhymes
Cm
You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between
Gm
Cm
you and my career (bitch)
Started fucking with this
baller named Chris
Gm
Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist
Cm
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
Cm
Send me naked pictures
but give it a rest
Gm
With Mrs. Ice Cube tattooed
on your breast
Cm
Now you at the back door
of my show (ha)
Cm
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
Cm
Gm
Fuck you, fuck you,
The world ain't yours,
Gm
Cm
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Gm
the world ain't yours
Verse 6
Cm
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
Gm
Cm
her with a rubber (bitch)
Now I hear I'm your big
brother (who?)
Gm
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
Gm
Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
Cm
Fuckin' everything that I could
get my paws on
Gm
Walkin' through hell with gasoline
drawers on
Cm
Now I'm on the mic, music is my life
Cm
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
Cm
Gm
Cm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Gm
Cm
the world ain't yours (uh- uh)
Verse 8
Never go down the same road twice
Gm
Cm
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
Gm
Cm
Gm
mama' house neither
Cm
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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