Текст песни Moral of the Story 2 - STWLou

I'm so tired of you, drop the lo and give me six
In the bay, I feel like Steph, shoot my shot, watch it swish
I just put her in the crib, she complainin' bout the view
I'm so tired of how you act, buy a purse and she want two

I keep swipin' all my cards, that's the only time she cool
New designer, what she want, so I put her in it too
You could give a bitch a heart, she'll throw you dirty, look at Q
Homeboy stay in East Atlanta, drop my thumb, he gon' shoot

Bitch, you fuckin' with the Don, be politically correct
Business come before the pleasure, I'm a pro at gettin' checks
Treat these niggas like my sons, they keep bitin' all my shit
I ain't talkin' bout my city when I say I'm number one

Triple seven, my vendetta, if they diss me, they should run
I keep rollin' up my sleeve, that's how you know I'm up to somethin
I'm up to somethin
You could give a bitch a rose, I bet she prefer tulips

I'm a pro at broken hearts, swear to God, I been through em
I been through em
I'm so tired of you, drop the lo and give me six
In the bay, I feel like Steph, shoot my shot, watch it swish

I just put her in the crib and she complainin' bout the view
I'm so tired of how you act, buy a purse and you move too
I keep swipin' all my cards, that's the only time you cool
New designer, what you want, so I put you in a few

I keep swipin' all my cards, that's the only time you cool
New designer, what you want, so I put you in a few