It's Over, Baby (feat. Farrakhan)

Duration

3:23

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Damn, you make it difficult to love you Rob a chick blind then you beg for me to trust you It'll never be, as far as I can see You not a friend to me You just became a chicks fucking worst enemy Yep, I'm exposing you to death You aint never been rejected like this hea' I'm finna go left on your ass right now I'm finna go left on your ass right now You pick on me, you lose My artillery is heavy I blast on you My mouth speak knowledge My mouth speak truth My artillery is heavy, I blast on you The other day you make me out like a fool Treat me like my mind numb, I blast on you Me no ride di yella bus, niqqa I blast on you Mi bredda they savage yo hood then blast on you *It's Over Baby* Damn, mi neva taught 'im bring me pain, no Got me feeling stressed from me head to mi ankle Daddy always tol me nah let dem bad men inside, no Now, mi house ben robbed yiyi-water in mi eyes now Oh, deez goons I despise now Me wan love you but then you cause strife owww I'm a little hurt, bring watah pon mi eyes I'm a little hurt It's not ok to treat the girls dem this way, no I'll have my man run up on your hood quicker than you thought I would DON'T FUCK AROUND WIT ME! And ladies it's not ok to treat the boys dem this way He'll have me snatch out ya weave quicker than you can believe DON'T FUCK AROUND WIT ME! That ganja weed, that ganja weed That ganja weed...high outta my mind *It's Over Baby* Damn, yo shit only local I'm finna fuck around and be so global Twitter is yo only following oh oh oh *No more, it's over, baby* You done for you even score a deal wit di big guys Sheriff send you off to prison cah you can't live right It's the best news I ever ear in my live because you are *It's over, baby* Written and produced by Lauren "Laureatte" Simpson ASCAP Jamerica Public © Jamerica Public