Amil - Heard It All Lyrics

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Nigga you ain't told me nothing i ain't heard and

Action speaks louder than words and

Said you would treat me right

They said you be sweating every freak in sight

Yeah i know one day you gon marry me

Yeah i know you want me to have your seed

Yeah i know don't worry 'cause there is no other

Yeah i know and you can't stand your baby mother right

Oh you never felt this way before huh

Wanna keep me in the gucci stores huh

What happened to them minks and the diamond rings

Lying ass nigga you ain't buyin' me things

Nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch

If i can't get the keys just to drive the whip

If i ain't the one you take on the private trips

If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga

We'll always be togetha

No one can fuck you betta

Yeah nigga i heard this all before

Yeah nigga i heard this all before

Yeah nigga you drive me crazy uh huh

I wanna have your baby uh huh

Yeah bitch i heard this all before

Yeah bitch i heard this all before

I thought you ain't like rap

You was deceiving me

All you do all day is watch bet

Actin' like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride

Mispronouncing my name squinting your eyes

You shouldn't play games wit a pimp like i

Now that i gained you i'm supposed to sympathize

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Yeah i know you hate parties and you never go out

Yeah i know you a nun and you stay in your house

Yeah i know well can you please do me that favor

How you been with three rappers and six ball players

Tell me that shit we both gamin' each other

Lying through our teeth both blaming each other

I tried to front on you i take you to my rest

You tried to front on me actin' like you ain't impressed

I'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa

You trying to score your self a gucci parka

And that new shit from prada

You tryin' to get a rich baby father

I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra

This ain't rocket science

Ain't no rock buyin' just a hard rock lyin'

And stop frontin' like your shit is real

You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill

And if you are a nice girl and i read you wrong

Look i'm sorry if i lead you on okay

Nah nigga you ain't got to apologize

I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side

I mean damn you don't even let me answer your cell

I mean damn why i still got to ring the bell?

I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans

When i call you don't even know who i am

So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me

Don't tell me motherfucka show me

We'll always be togetha uh huh

No one can fuck you betta uh huh

Yeah nigga i heard this all before

Yeah nigga i heard this all before

Yeah nigga you drive me crazy uh huh

I wanna have your baby uh huh

Yeah bitch i heard this all before

Yeah bitch i heard this all before

We'll always be togetha uh huh

No one can fuck you betta uh huh

Yeah nigga i heard this all before

Yeah nigga i heard this all before

Yeah nigga you drive me crazy uh huh

I wanna have your baby uh huh

Yeah bitch i heard this all before

Yeah bitch i heard this all before

Stop ya motherfuckin'

Uh huh uh huh

You're lying

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