well damn

This is why I don’t have time for niggas in the first place This is why I'm called the nigga with no feelings, no heart, no emotions Ice cold, and bitter, full of myself and soulless Cus I turned my back for not one month but three days and you already stepping down on another broad Not too long ago I had you panicking cus your heart? I robbed. Telling me you wanted me, please don’t be mad Cus the picture that was sent to me with you and a frizzle hugged up was pretty bad You didn’t even know though, while you was creeping, I never put my line on hold Ashleigh’s tryout list was on ten-fold, now don’t get bold You had me though, how long have we been talking? A year or so? I started getting soft and shit Let go of all my hoes and even called it quits Damn I turned into a bitch If all you wanted was a nut bust you should’ve just let me know Wasting my time and making a performance like it’s an Apollo show And this is why I don’t have time for niggas now Cus when you down and out they don’t raise anything but an eyebrow And move on to the next one, but I understand Next time won’t happen, there will be no again So go slang that thang and have fun my nigga, but when Ash’s tryouts roll back around, I’ll have my finger on Cupid’s trigger