Dappa You Got Me Lyrics

[chorus]
You got me f___ed up, girl (2x)

Girl you hide, you know you wrong
Plus I'm tired of this Petrone
Put your number in my phone (in my phone)
Look what you doing and you run
You try to get me out my zone
You know I got wifey at home (you got me f___ed up)

[chorus]
You got me f___ed up, girl (2x)

See, everytime I'm on the road
Hustlin, tryna get the dough
You think I'm out here with these hos (b____ be slippin)
I'll do me girl, you do you
Stop listening to your crew
Them hos make me sick like the flu (them chicks be trippin)
You see what I don't understand
Tryna tell you bout your man
And everytime I look around
They ain't never got a man
It's cool, but which your friend?
Just know that this is the end
What you want: the kids, the house, the books, the clothes, the jewels, the cars, the trucks
This lifestyle, I've been f___ed (you got me f___ed up)

[chorus]

Hey yo, why is you been trippin, see babe
I musta been tryna get paper
Wanna stay next to you like a neighbor
But dealin with you is hard labor, for real girl, s___
I'm out, s___, workin hard on a record deal
Tryna stack a mil still I can't see that
Why you can't believe that?
You my world, so many girls, they won't be there
But check it, I don't need that
They want me for my limelight
It's a shame, wouldn't know my name if I had rhyme tight (?)
So when you get your mind's eye
Hope you still be here cause Dappa gon be here (you got me f___ed up)

[chorus]
You got me f___ed up, girl (2x)