Lyrics U Played Yourself - Nasty C

U Played Yourself

Ok ok ok ok
I’m about to say all facts
Deep
You played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself
You played yourself
She cheated on you, she cheated on you
He cheated on you, he cheated on you
Oh you played yourself, you played yourself
You know you played yourself
Okay, you played yourself
She cheated on you, she cheated on you, he cheated on you
He cheated on you
That’s wifey huh, for lifey huh?
Your partner in crime, so why did she lie?
Yeah she cheated on you yeah she cheated on you (okay)
Two thousand eighteen only trust your team
Don’t chase LB’s only chase your dream, that’s word
Like cheek, 'coz that’s a thing now that’s how it be
If life was perfect you’d be easy
Wouldn’t have to do the silent treatment
Found out she was creeping
Unforgettable evening
I could tell you wish you could tap in your memory bank and delete it
You can’t un-see it, that’s your baby baby you don’t believe it
You don’t want the truth but you need it, sucka
Know you feel like a sucka thought ya was a lucky motherfucka
Are you gon let her walk in and out dog?
Or find out who she messing with and punch em in their mouth
Knock em out take em down?
What now?
Well done, you played yourself
Take a bow
I said are you gon let her walk in and out dog?
Or find out who she messing with and punch em in their mouth
Knock em out take em down?
Take him out, what now?
Sit your ass down nigga
You played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself
You played yourself
She cheated on you, she cheated on you, he cheated on you
He cheated on you
Oh you played yourself, you played yourself
You know you played yourself
Okay, you played yourself
She cheated on you, she cheated on you, he cheated on you
He cheated on you
That’s wifey huh, for lifey huh?
Your partner in crime, so why did she lie?
Yeah she cheated on you yeah she cheated on you (okay)
You wrong you wrong for pretending like you don’t know
That he’s with the homies but the homies is out with the hoes
That’s just how it goes nobody will tell you why so
That’s gang code, that’s bro code, that’s guy code
What’s the action, what you planning?
Why you standing?
You gave your left hand to a man that just can’t handle it
Get over it, move past don’t look back at it
You know it’s real when rappers say don’t look back at it
Anyway back to this, practice this
Only give your fucks to your mattresses
Only give your trust to the bank this year
Only throw it back in the bank and shit yeah
Take my relationship advice or go through the same thing twice
This is a side message to address what may upset the small group of people who
haven’t come to terms with their reality.
People in denial of a truth that
could set them free.
What Mr. Ivyson is saying is, take all this so-called love
that you had devoted in a stranger, and invest it equally between what you see
when you imagine your greatest self and what you see when you look in the
mirror.
And he 100% guarantees you, you will find gold.
But don’t forget:
you still played yourself.
Strings and Bling