Tom: C minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
over here?
Wassup?
Yeah, I was thinking
about you the other day
Am
Dm
And I was thinking I should have never
fucked wit' your ass
Am
I should have left you right where I found
My bad (my bad)
Verse 2
all you ever do was bitch
Am
Talk shit, but you could suck dick
the fussin' and cussin'
On New Year's Eve,
Am
the night I was bussin'(blaow)
Dm
I would stress and strain
to maintain
And didn't need to hear your
Am
motherfuckin' ass complain
Dm
About niggas in the house
(mm), feet on the couch
Am
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt
Bitch, I got fifty cents on this Genesis
Am
Talkin' 'bout niggas got to vacate
Sheeit, homie hit start
And outa nowhere,
Am
Dm
your ass got heart (mm)
Pulled out the plug,
then you got drugged
Am
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
Dm
There's no end to your naggin'
Am
You can't treat me like I'm faggin',
ho
Dm
You see I'm saggin' (no)
Why I gotta act like a motherfucking
asshole (why?)
Am
To be king of my motherfucking castle?
Dm
You'll never be the missus
(never)
Breakin' all my dishes
And fuck all my ex bitches
Verse 3
Dm
Am
Dm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
Am
Dm
the world ain't yours
Am
Dm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
Verse 4
Dm
On and off, off and on, bitch I'm grown
Am
Dm
So stop playing on my phone (stop)
It was a time we can bump and grind
And find heaven (ah)
Am
Without a motherfucking reverend
Dm
Ménage à troises and bomb-
ass massages
Am
And dreams of three- car garages
Dm
You say I'm cheating when
I'm up at the studio
Am
Dm
Come to find out you the ho, oh
And you was way out
Talkin' 'bout rap was gonna
play out
Am
And I was wasting my time writing rhymes
Dm
You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between
Am
Dm
you and my career (bitch)
Started fucking with this
baller named Chris
Am
Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist
Dm
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
Dm
Send me naked pictures
but give it a rest
Am
With Mrs. Ice Cube tattooed
on your breast
Dm
Now you at the back door
of my show (ha)
Dm
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
Dm
Am
Fuck you, fuck you,
The world ain't yours,
Am
Dm
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Verse 6
Dm
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
Am
Dm
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
Am
Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
Dm
Fuckin' everything that I could
get my paws on
Am
Walkin' through hell with gasoline
drawers on
Dm
Now I'm on the mic, music is my life
Dm
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
Dm
Am
Dm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Am
Dm
the world ain't yours (uh- uh)
Verse 8
Never go down the same road twice
Am
Dm
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
Am
Dm
Am
mama' house neither
I'm through with you
I done got smarter, I done got smarter
I ain't fuckin' with your daughter
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