Had To Quit Fucking With You Lyrics

I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
Damn, homie, all the shit that we've been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.
You, I gotta quit fucking with you,
You, I gotta quit fucking with you.
You were my main bitch and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe in thr city, gotta quit fucking with you.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

Let me tell you a story about this bitch I had,
Used to buy this bitch all types of bags,
She a bad bitch, kept me on my swag shit,
We just gonna be on styling, bitch kinda act a lil' childish.
My main bitch, I think I like this hoe,
What the fuck was wrong with me? Thinking i could wife this hoe.
Let put it like this, she on the money team,
Every rapper, every trapper, any athlete.

I gotta quit fucking with you,
Every nigger in the city be fucking with you.
Little land bitch, always on that client shit,
Find me, cute face, you think she's so innocent.
Yeah, she's innocent, she into me, way into me,
We be fucking instantly, got head game consistantly.
Consistency, she fucked my head up mentally,
Got head in my new bentley, I thought this bitch was into me.

I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
All the shit we've been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,Yo Gotti - Had To Quit Fucking With You - http://motolyrics.com/yo-gotti/had-to-quit-fucking-with-you-lyrics.html
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe in the city, gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

My home boy, ride or die,
Rip copying, pistol poppin, we stay in the sky.
Sunday night, feeling the club,
Know them pistols on deck, so you know what it does.
Enemy in this bitch, he laughing on g up,
You don't want see me in club before it's to kill.
Gun jam, homie, for real,
Turkish blouse, straight out the window, unloaded the clip.
It's war time, you know what it is,
Fucking hell, no, I gotta quit fucking with you,
Homeboy in the feds, one hundred twenty months,
He be down by three, get out a couple months.

I gotta quit fucking with you,
I can read between the lines, I know what it do.
He tell us all and I'm telling them , too,
Let the streets know, they gotta quit fucking with you.
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
All the shit we've been through,
I gotta quit fucking with you.

Gun jam, say the motherfucker was you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
You were my main bitch, and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you,
I gotta quit fucking with you.