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YO GOTTI lyrics : "Had To Quit Fucking With You"

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
Damn, homie, all the %#@! that we've been through,

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.

Gun jam, say the mother$#&@er was you,

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.
You, I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
You, I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.

You were my main (*##$ and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, gotta quit $#&@ing with you.
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.

Let me tell you a story about this (*##$ I hate,

Used to buy this (*##$ on top of bed,
She a bad (*##$, kept me on my swag %#@!,
We just gonna be on styling, (*##$ kinda act a lil' childish.

My main (*##$, I think I like this hoe,
What the $#&@ was wrong with me? Think they knocking white this hoe.
Let put it like this, she on the money team,

Every rapper, every trampler, every outfit.

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,

Every !@$@ in the city be $#&@ing with you.
Little land (*##$, always on that client %#@!,
Find me, cute face, you think she's so innocent.

Yeah, she's innocent, she into me, way into me,
We be $#&@ing instantly, gotta hid the inconsistency.
Consistency, she $#&@ed my head out mentally,

Gotta hate 'em, you better leave, I thought this (*##$ was into me.

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
All the %#@! we've been through,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.


Gun jam, say the mother$#&@er was you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
You were my main (*##$, and I loved you, too,

Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.


My home boy, write it down,
Rip copying, use to clap it, we stay in this game.

Sunday night, feeling the club,
No pistols on deck, so you know what it want.
Enemy in this (*##$, 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, under the crib.

It's one time, you know what it do,
$#&@ing hell, no, I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
Homeboy in the field, one hundred twenty months,

He be down by three, get out a couple months.

I gotta quit $#&@ing 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 screen, man, I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
All the %#@! we've been through,

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.

Gun jam, say the mother$#&@er was you,

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,

You were my main (*##$, and I loved you, too,
Biggest hoe want to see, I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,
I gotta quit $#&@ing with you,

I gotta quit $#&@ing with you.


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