Susi: C minor
Verse 1
Fm
Bbm
over here?
Wassup?
Yeah, I was thinking
about you the other day
Fm
Bbm
And I was thinking I should have never
fucked wit' your ass
Fm
I should have left you right where I found
My bad (my bad)
Verse 2
all you ever do was bitch
Fm
Talk shit, but you could suck dick
Bbm
So I didn't sweat all
the fussin' and cussin'
On New Year's Eve,
Fm
the night I was bussin'(blaow)
Bbm
I would stress and strain
to maintain
And didn't need to hear your
Fm
motherfuckin' ass complain
Bbm
About niggas in the house
(mm), feet on the couch
Fm
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt
Bitch, I got fifty cents on this Genesis
Fm
Talkin' 'bout niggas got to vacate
Sheeit, homie hit start
And outa nowhere,
Fm
Bbm
your ass got heart (mm)
Pulled out the plug,
then you got drugged
Fm
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
Bbm
There's no end to your naggin'
Fm
You can't treat me like I'm faggin',
ho
Bbm
You see I'm saggin' (no)
Why I gotta act like a motherfucking
asshole (why?)
Fm
To be king of my motherfucking castle?
Bbm
You'll never be the missus
(never)
Breakin' all my dishes
And fuck all my ex bitches
Verse 3
Bbm
Fm
Bbm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
Fm
Bbm
the world ain't yours
Fm
Bbm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
Verse 4
Bbm
On and off, off and on, bitch I'm grown
Fm
Bbm
So stop playing on my phone (stop)
It was a time we can bump and grind
And find heaven (ah)
Fm
Without a motherfucking reverend
Bbm
Ménage à troises and bomb-
ass massages
Fm
And dreams of three- car garages
Bbm
You say I'm cheating when
I'm up at the studio
Fm
Bbm
Come to find out you the ho, oh
And you was way out
Talkin' 'bout rap was gonna
play out
Fm
And I was wasting my time writing rhymes
Bbm
You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between
Fm
Bbm
you and my career (bitch)
Started fucking with this
baller named Chris
Fm
Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist
Bbm
I kept on writing my raps with profanity
Now I'm on tour fucking
bitches like vanity
You tried to diss this, now you miss this
And the first and fifteenth
Bbm
Send me naked pictures
but give it a rest
Fm
With Mrs. Ice Cube tattooed
on your breast
Bbm
Now you at the back door
of my show (ha)
Bbm
askin' could you blow (no)
Hell no, but it's still delicious
Went from rags to riches
And fuck all my ex bitches
Verse 5
Bbm
Fm
Fuck you, fuck you,
The world ain't yours,
Fm
Bbm
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Verse 6
Bbm
Now I hear you sayin',
"Yeah, I used to fuck him"
Not lettin' 'em know I was
a young buck then
Niggas askin' me, "Man,
did you love her?"
Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck
Fm
Bbm
her with a rubber (bitch)
Now I hear I'm your big
brother (who?)
Incest ain't the way I swing (nah)
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
That I had to pay for
I was hateful
Fm
Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
Bbm
Fuckin' everything that I could
get my paws on
Fm
Walkin' through hell with gasoline
drawers on
Bbm
Now I'm on the mic, music is my life
Bbm
heard you was a dyke (damn)
It's your thing if you like
the switches
But it's my world and fuck
all my ex bitches
Verse 7
Bbm
Fm
Bbm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Fm
Bbm
the world ain't yours (uh- uh)
Verse 8
Never go down the same road twice
Fm
Bbm
Advice from the big homie Ice Cube
Hmm, girl you better get away
from here
I don't want that shit no more
Nah, nah, and don't be callin' up my
Fm
Bbm
Fm
mama' house neither
Bbm
I'm through with you,
I'm through with you
I done got smarter, I done got smarter
I ain't fuckin' with your daughter
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