| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| Damn, homie, all the shit that we’ve been through,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you.
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| Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn’t shoot,
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| I ain’t gotta quit fucking with you.
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| You, I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| You, I gotta quit fucking with you.
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| You were my main bitch and I loved you, too,
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| Biggest hoe in the city, gotta quit fucking with you.
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you.
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| Let me tell you a story about this bitch I had,
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| Used to buy this bitch all type of bags,
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| Lil bad bitch, kept me on my swag shit,
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| Went to school to be a stylist, bitch kinda act a lil' childish.
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| My main bitch, I think I like this hoe,
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| What the fuck was wrong with me? |
| Thinking I can wife this hoe.
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| Let put it like this, she on the money team,
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| Every rapper, every trapper, any athlete.
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| Every nigga in the city be fucking with you.
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| Little ass bitch, always on that client shit,
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| Find bitch, cute face, you think she’s so innocent.
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| Yeah, she’s innocent, she into me, we intimate,
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| We be fucking instantly, got head game consistency.
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| Consistency, she fucked my head up mentally,
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| Got head in the Bentley, I thought this bitch was into me.
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| All the shit we’ve been through,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you.
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| Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn’t shoot,
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| I ain’t gotta quit fucking with you.
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too,
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| Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you.
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| My home boy, ride or die,
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| Rit coppin, pistol poppin, we stay in the sky.
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| Sunday night, feeling the club,
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| No them pistols on deck, so you know what it was.
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| Enemy in this bitch, we laughing on g up,
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| He know once he leave the club before it’s to kill.
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| Gun jam, homie, for real,
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| We can strap straight out the window, unloaded the clip
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| It’s war time, you know what it do,
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| Fuck you waiting on, I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| Homeboy in the fed, one hundred twenty months,
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| He be down bout three, get out in a couple months.
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I can read between the lines, I know what it do.
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| He tellin some and I’m telling them, too,
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| Let the streets, man, I gotta quit fucking with you.
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| All the shit we’ve been through,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you.
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| Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn’t shoot,
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| I ain’t gotta quit fucking with you.
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too,
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| Biggest in the city, I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you,
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| I gotta quit fucking with you. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Had to Quit Fucking with You , by - Yo Gotti. Song from the album CM7: The World Is Yours, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп