Oh, oh, no
A thousand excuses from you, boy, Ive had enough
And I just want you to stop [Murder, Inc.]
No more love
What you b****es want from a n****
Jumpin in the truck thats rimmed out with a Boss
with bucks
But my minds on my figures
Cause once I give you a nut, you get the cut once I
toss you up
Huh, your name who, whatever, Im Gotti
A made n**** with killers and big bodies
All I got for a trick is the slum
I could make a b**** rich from a song
I dont appreciate the way that youve been actin
lately
I cant believe that you would turn around and try to
play me
I know about that chick you met last night at club
Nikkis
And then you had the nerve to come home late and try
to sex me
Oh, oh, no (Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no)
A thousand excuses from you, boy, Ive had enough (Oh,
Ive had enough)
And I just want you to stop (Baby)
No more love
I know it hurt me when you said, "The next time Ill
be leavin"
You think your game is so tight, you wouldnt get
caught out there creepin
Im not your freak, dont play me cheap, Im tellin
you its over
And when you see me on the streets, dont speak to me,
its over
Oh, oh, no (Oh, no, oh, no, no, oh)
A thousand excuses from you, boy, Ive had enough (Oh,
Ive had enough, yeah, yeah)
And I just want you to stop (Baby)
No more love
All my ladies say {F*** you, Gotti}
F*** yall too
Im tired of lyin, Im tired of denyin
Im tired of trying, Im tired of the games
And I aint playin, yall know what Im sayin
If yall buyin, man, Im lyin
Every single word, man, this is true
And what Ill do to you, what Ill do to you
Ill run through you,
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