I Thought (Remix)

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DJ Chose & Inayah - Rap, Hip-Hop

I Thought (Remix)

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[Intro] DJ Chose Mhm, yeah yeah [Bridge: DJ Chose] Started out deep, don't got the same homies Niggas hood hoppes with slains on me Bitches took my love, yeah shame on me You wanna surprise me, don't change on me [Chorus: DJ Chose] I thought you supposed to fuck with me, not fuck over me I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me One day you telling me it's love, then you over me Bitch, I swear you do me worse than these hoes do me I thought you supposed to fuck with me, not fuck over me I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me I thought we supposed to be together, then you broke on me How the fuck you do me worse when you close to me [Verse 1: DJ Chose] Think it's a game, playing me like NBA Told you don't go, bitch you left me anyway Threw out my heart, left it on that Inner State Bitch you cold, bitch you good like Golden State And tell them niggas, man they sideways I could've played them niggas five way I'mma keep it moving 'cuz my time pays Don't make me go back to my slime days Look bitch, I'm richer every friday But I just pray to God to keep my vibe safe How the fuck you switch up and go lame on me When I was talking time, why you put the blame on me Niggas said I did dirt, ain't no stain on me [Chorus: DJ Chose, DJ Chose & Inayah] I thought you supposed to fuck with me, not fuck over me I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me One day you telling me it's love, then you over me Bitch, I swear you do me worse than these hoes do me I thought you supposed to fuck with me, not fuck over me I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me I thought we supposed to be together, then you broke on me How the fuck you do me worse when you close to me [Verse 2: Inayah] Inayah Lamis, nigga My nigga, my nerve, yeah we go way back They called my homie but now we ain't that I used to run get the ice, you get the cognac You ever fuck over me, you gon' regret that And I hate to praise the fame 'cuz it cost too much And I don't tell these bitches nothing 'cuz they talk too much Yeah, we chasing a dream but looking what it's costing us Lil' nigga ready to win, I done lost enough Now I'm living the high life Sippin' mai tais on a private flight Sittin' courtside with my cool guys, yeah They really hate me, I can see it in their eyes Used to love me but it died and it ain't surprise [Bridge: DJ Chose] Started out deep, don't got the same homies Niggas hood hoppes with slains on me Bitches took my love, yeah shame on me You wanna surprise me, don't change on me

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Credits

Writers
  • Inayah
  • DJ Chose