She Tired of Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dro & Mac Boney] Ay, Mac! What's up, Dro You know how it be, man, shorty tired of nigga, man (Hell yeah) I had to come to you too talking bout this shit, homie (You already know, man) You know what a nigga be holla all night (Man, I still got it) Started got, man (Yeah, all night) Wish baddest [Chorus] Oh man, she tired of me (Ay!) Oh man, she tired of me (Yeah, uh-uh) Oh man, she tired of me (W-what? W-what? Ay, check it) And I still wanna fuck my bitch (Ay, check this out) [Verse 1: Young Dro] Ay, look, I tell her stop, she tell me no, I tell her yes, she tell me go Ayo, she heard me on the radio forver had to play me though She ask me havе I ev' been in love, I was like, "Maybе so I knew what I would train and go way back up in '84" Bitch still feeling love, brought some bread, raise a hat Man, I'm really tripping, my flow stacking my paper fed Bitch think I'm cheat shit, the how in Jamaica dreams I ain't gon' waking dough with these hoes hate some baken dick She holla "Hell no, pussy nigga, I ain't taken it" Shorty ain't no slipping on this game, you know I'm acing it I'll take it back, man, I done lost my chick But I still wanna fuck my bitch [Chorus] Oh man, she tired of me (Ay) Oh man, I don't fly, homie (Uh-Uh) Oh man, she tired of me (W-what? W-what? W-what?) And I still wanna fuck my bitch Oh man, she tired of me (Ay) Oh man, I don't fly, homie (Uh-Uh) Oh man, she tired of me (She tired of what? W-what? W-what?) And I still wanna fuck my bitch [Verse 2: Young Dro] My issue know I touch you too, I'm watching you, my watch is blue My crop look like yacht, blew my five hunnid truck blue Now I got a blue light brand cinema room come I beat a hand enough of wishes, says she's tied of love you get (Okay) Know I keep the Polo clothes on the hoe who fuck with me Know them bitches loving me and I can get another key My status is a dawg OG, Codeine quarry Lanning me look quarry black and they see the party, yeah I only stay, but I want 60's on the Purdon Ridin' through the hood type shit I like my girl dome Keeping real, man, I came to you with this shit But I still wanna fuck my bitch [Chorus] Oh man, she tired of me (Ay) Oh man, I don't fly, homie (Uh-Uh) Oh man, she tired of me (W-what? W-what? W-what?) And I still wanna fuck my bitch Oh man, she tired of me (Ay) Oh man, I don't fly, homie (Uh-Uh) Oh man, she tired of me (W-what? W-what? W-what?) And I still wanna fuck my bitch (Let's go, nigga) [Verse 3: Mac Boney] Pick her up, gotta her know she can pack it up and go Building there we're stacking, baby, ain't no time to tell me no You see I'm on another level, everything I say I show Pistol on my side, cause young brother really hate me though There I go again on that Red Bull and Henn' And I'm ridin' by myself and I really need a friend I can die your number off, but I'm picking up that pen And I wondering, do you love me or is it all pretend? Cause you never call me up and say you miss your man Trynna write down everything that make my woman understand But she listening to her friends, what's a motherfucking game But you still wanna fuck your man [Chorus] Oh man, she tired of me (Ay) Oh man, I don't fly, homie (Uh-Uh) Oh man, she tired of me (W-what? W-what? W-what?) And I still wanna fuck my bitch Oh man, she tired of me (Ay) Oh man, I don't fly, homie (Uh-Uh) Oh man, she tired of me (W-what? W-what? W-what?) And I still wanna fuck my bitch (Ay-yo, ayyy) [Outro: Young Dro] It's your boy Young Dro, man Know how it be, nigga You'll play or not, man, you know this visit Don't have hour all night Ain't going home, hah You know what I'm sayin'? Ridin' down the street on 60's You know this, may thang cross your mane, lame Man, I still wanna fuck this bitch You ain't know, shit ain't going right You know what I mean? It's your boy Young Dro, man Mac! Yea-yea-yea-yeahhhh, ay!