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Sleeping With The Enemy (Jacki-O)

Uh Girls Y'all gotta feel me on this one Y'all know how it be you Just been with your man For so long and you think you got him figured out And things aight thats how I was I thought I had him all figured out But he just kept surpising me everytime I looked around It was just (trouble) some more trouble (trouble times) Damn It's hard on the yard I'm all alone in this struggle I can't trust these hoes your bestfriends be your foes No one to talk to better watch what you say Fast as you tell them shit them hoes be on the freeway Face it, you got a dream? your ass better chase it Nigga giving you problems have that nigga replacements Excuses to fight you everytime your lights do And as soon as you in another nigga chest they stress Fuck them I ain't the nice type or the wife type I ain't nann one of them boojie chicks I'm a rude bitch Fuck your family and your phoney ass mammy All up in my shit trying to watch what you hand me I had this shit way before I even met your ass I keep house and a car and some cash For when I'm ready to leave your ass I can't trust you That's why I keep some shit you can't take And that's a hustle All this time you been with me I was just living in misery I prayed and prayed for a change But only rain came my way All this time you been with me I was just sleeping with the enemy All this time you been with me I was just sleeping with the enemy I mean you hurted me so bad I wanted to do you I mean you hurted a bitch so bad I wanted to use vodoo To bury your name but that ain't my game I was willing to do anythang to ease that pain We been through to much made to many bucks Touch to many blocks had to many niggaz shot For the shit to just drop It's the latest talk in the nail shop Everybody knows I can just hear the hoes Chicks I use to ride with can't even confide with That shit bothers me I wanna bleed them hoes artries I don't feel safe no more You don't leave the keys to the safe no more You ain't trust your boosters the time I busted you You won't let me load your clip or hide your bricks You don't trust me with the accounts and books and shit But you trust me your life cause everynight I cook Fuck Nigga Act three let me see if I can sum it up Every credit card you had I tried to run it up And everytime we fucked nigga I hated it And everytime I said I bust a nut well I faked it Every key you left unguarded yeah I scared it And you don't know cut even blow know blow from blow up When your spot fell off I stayed up in the malls With fraud making sure we eat And making sure shit sweet started flipping your riches Got to big for your britches Stayed up in them titty bars with them sick bitches And your homeboys crackers got them singing like birds Told them boys where you serve And where you stashed your word Same niggaz you be rolling with that be skinning And grinning when you ain't home They be begging to get up in my denim It ain't my fault I got legs with bows in them A petite shit with a sweet clit And C cups to make you nut Cause you ain't never had a bitch like me Like O that can spit like me That can ass in a six like me Hold it down through your B.I.D Honestly you had the best of me but you a enemy I just gotta be strong on this one (you are the enemy) I don't think I'm going back this time (you are the enemy, you are the enemy) Just to much shit been said to much real shit been said (you are the enemy, you are the enemy) It's true I ain't gotta deal with this