Tom: C minor
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
over here?
Wassup?
Yeah, I was thinking
about you the other day
Dm
Gm
And I was thinking I should have never
fucked wit' your ass
Dm
I should have left you right where I found
My bad (my bad)
Verse 2
all you ever do was bitch
Dm
Talk shit, but you could suck dick
the fussin' and cussin'
On New Year's Eve,
Dm
the night I was bussin'(blaow)
Gm
I would stress and strain
to maintain
And didn't need to hear your
Dm
motherfuckin' ass complain
Gm
About niggas in the house
(mm), feet on the couch
Dm
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt
Bitch, I got fifty cents on this Genesis
Dm
Talkin' 'bout niggas got to vacate
Sheeit, homie hit start
And outa nowhere,
Dm
Gm
your ass got heart (mm)
Pulled out the plug,
then you got drugged
Dm
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
Gm
There's no end to your naggin'
Dm
You can't treat me like I'm faggin',
ho
Gm
You see I'm saggin' (no)
Why I gotta act like a motherfucking
asshole (why?)
Dm
To be king of my motherfucking castle?
Gm
You'll never be the missus
(never)
Breakin' all my dishes
And fuck all my ex bitches
Verse 3
Gm
Dm
Gm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
Dm
Gm
the world ain't yours
Dm
Gm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
Verse 4
Gm
On and off, off and on, bitch I'm grown
Dm
Gm
So stop playing on my phone (stop)
It was a time we can bump and grind
And find heaven (ah)
Dm
Without a motherfucking reverend
Gm
Ménage à troises and bomb-
ass massages
Dm
And dreams of three- car garages
Gm
You say I'm cheating when
I'm up at the studio
Dm
Gm
Come to find out you the ho, oh
And you was way out
Talkin' 'bout rap was gonna
play out
Dm
And I was wasting my time writing rhymes
Gm
You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between
Dm
Gm
you and my career (bitch)
Started fucking with this
baller named Chris
Dm
Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist
Gm
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
Gm
Send me naked pictures
but give it a rest
Dm
With Mrs. Ice Cube tattooed
on your breast
Gm
Now you at the back door
of my show (ha)
Gm
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
Gm
Dm
Fuck you, fuck you,
The world ain't yours,
Dm
Gm
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Verse 6
Gm
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
Dm
Gm
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
Dm
Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
Gm
Fuckin' everything that I could
get my paws on
Dm
Walkin' through hell with gasoline
drawers on
Gm
Now I'm on the mic, music is my life
Gm
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
Gm
Dm
Gm
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours,
the world ain't yours
The world ain't yours,
Dm
Gm
the world ain't yours (uh- uh)
Verse 8
Never go down the same road twice
Dm
Gm
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
Dm
Gm
Dm
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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