KountUp - Messing Around (Prod. Beatpluggtwo) Lyrics

You got me F*cked up hoe
F*cked up hoe

I swear they'll try to play the game better than we'll do this shit
Sometimes you just gotta talk to em and keep it pimpin

She had me f*cked up Thought that I was down bad
I got my paper straight I ain't worried bout what we had
She had a little baby so a nigga dodged a bullet

I ain't have no condom when she said oh let's do it
No wocka flocka flame but she was turnt off on tha dick
Talkin nasty super freaky 1st night she let me hit
See It was crazy Told my bro that her man was sending pics

Of his wood but didnt know his girl was suckin dick at the time

Damn

Now it's Ironic that the nigga had the same name
I hit the dash off on that hoe then text to my main thang
Purple dick emoji trynna cuff her to the bed frame

Hit me wit the peace sign grabbed the keys she did a lane change
Bros over hoes I'm standing here I'm screamin Gang Gang

Smoke a paper count some paper back to trynna maintain
These women play the game good
Even better at the blame game

Trynna check you bout a bitch N got a nigga on the same thang

Come on girl
I ain't going out sad for you
Your mind be on that other shit Texting me late nights and shit

Say No way I ain't boyfriend number two
Messing with them messy hoes that be the wrong thang to do
Don't be a fool young nigga boy it's to many fish off in the sea
And yea I'm married to the game I ain't getting on my knee

Oh no I can't propose
Stayed down like ten Toes
Every argument we had I Was trynna forget those
And save my Energy delete all those Bad memories
These niggas like yo pictures but don't see what you pretend to be

Damn
Flexed up for the Gram