Amil - Heard It All Lyrics
[amil]Nigga you aint told me nothing I aint heard andAction speaks louder than words andSaid you would treat me rightThey said you be sweating every freak in sightYeah I know, one day you gon marry meYeah I know, you want to have your seedYeah I know, dont worry, cause there is no otherYeah I know, and you cant stand your baby mother, rightOh, you never felt this way before, huhWanna keep me in the gucci stores, huhWhat happened to them minks and the diamond ringsLying ass nigga, you aint buyin me thingsNigga dont tell me Im your flyest *****If I cant get the keys just to drive the whipIf I aint the one you take on the private tripsIf you got it like you say you do then provide them chips niggaChorus[jay-z]Well always be togethaNo one can ***** you betta[amil]Yeah nigga I heard this all beforeYeah nigga I heard this all beforeYeah nigga you drive me crazyI wanna have your baby[jay-z]Yeah *****, I heard this all beforeYeah *****, I heard this all before[jay-z]I thought you aint like rapYou was deceiving meAll you do all day is watch betActin like you aint recognize when you met me in the rideMispronouncing my name, squinting your eyesYou shouldnt play games wit pimp like iNow that I gained you, Im supposed to sympathiseYeah I know, you hait parties and you never go outYeah I know, you a nun and you stay in your houseYeah I know, well can you please do me this favorHow you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me thatShit, we both gamin eachotherLying through our teeth, both blaming eachotherI tried to front on you I take you to my restYou tried to front on me actin like you aint impressedIm tryin to see if the coochies propaYou trying to score your self a gucci parkaAnd that new shit from pradaYou tryin to get a rich baby fatherIm tryin to forget you by tomorraThis aint rocket scienceAint no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyinAnd stop frontin like your shit is realYou get your game from oprah and lauryen hillAnd if you are a nice girl, and I read you wrongLook, Im sorry if I lead you on, ok[amil]Nah nigga, you aint got to apologizeI knew that ***** want your cousin on your fathers sideI mean damn, you dont even let me answer your cellI mean damn, why I still got to ring the bell?I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mansWhen I call you dont even know who I amSo you can go ahead wit all that game you throw meDont tell me, mother*****a show meChorus x2
