Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Used To Be, artist - The-Dream. Album song Terius Nash : 1977, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Used To Be |
| Say I’m fucked up, |
| Well, you just might be fucked up too |
| I might be fucked up |
| Well baby girl, how about you? |
| You used to be my nigga |
| You used to be that cool bitch |
| You used to smoke wit' a nigga |
| But now you on that bullshit |
| You used to sex me crazy |
| You used to call me baby |
| Now all you do it nag me like a 5 year old from the backseat |
| You used to be so confident |
| But all that shit came and went |
| Used to be anti-internet |
| But now you constantly blogging and shit! |
| You used to strip for a nigga |
| Now you ain’t got nothing but lip for a nigga |
| Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends? |
| Listening to what they say god your ass without a husband |
| Put you in a Benz, you did everything to get me |
| Ain’t did nothing since but keep talking about what it should be |
| Car note, daycare, paid all the fucking rent |
| Know you wanna run the world |
| But first, try running this |
| But yall don’t hear me, oh, oh, oh |
| Stop fucking with me, woman |
| Stop fucking with me, woman |
| Stop fucking with me, woman |
| Stop fucking with me if you ain’t fucking with me |
| You used to be so sweet |
| But now you act bitter |
| And just so I don’t hear that shit, I drown my liver in this liquor |
| You used to be like this man |
| You used to be my best friend |
| Now all you do is judge me |
| And scream out fuck me, but don’t fuck me |
| Ohhh, hell to the no! |
| Now I’m all up in the clubs |
| Now I’m all up in the mall |
| Now you in my cell phone screaming «who's this bitch?» |
| She’s just a friend, yeah that’s it |
| And now you wanna trip, ain’t that some shit? |
| Yesterday you didn’t give a fuck, now you asking where I been |
| And you hating on every girl that walk by |
| Talking about «where she think she going in that outfit?» |
| She don’t even love me, she loves the competition |
| Every man out there: I hope you’re listening |
| Can I be honest? |
| Can I be muthafucking honest? |
| Stop fucking with me, woman |
| Stop fucking with me, woman |
| Stop fucking with me, woman |
| Stop fucking with me if you ain’t fucking with me |
| There’s nothing at home, so I’m searching for love |
| Tried to get through, but you don’t give a fuck |
| She can’t love me, when she don’t love herself |
| Feels like I’m sleepin with somebody else |
| Now I’m seeing somebody else |
| Now I’m touching somebody else |
| Now I’m fucking somebody else |
| But go ahead and blame me if it helps. |
| I’m just being honest |
| I know, I know, I know, I know sometimes I’m wrong |
| But am I really the only one |
| Real women know that I’m talking real shit |
| And you fake bitches, I’m sure your sittin' around all pissed |
| All my real niggas know that I’m talking real shit |
| And fake niggas can take notes, or find rope and choke, nigga |
| Yeah, honest-y |