Fat Lova

While all the time that I was loving you

        You were busy loving yourself

        I would stop breathing if you told me to

        Now you're busy loving someone else

        Eleven years out of my life

        Besides the kids, I have nothing to show

        Wasted my years, a fool of a wife

        I should have left your ass a long time ago

        Well, I'm not gon' cry, I'm not gon' cry

        I'm not gon' shed no tears

        No, I'm not gon' cry, it's not the time

        'Cause you're not worth my tears (Can't do it)

        Well, I'm not gon' cry (I said I can't do it), I'm not gon' cry I'm not gon' shed no tears (You were never worth my tears) No, I'm not gon' cry, it's not the time

        'Cause you're not worth my tears

        [Verse: Bc tae]

        Baby keep fussin’ and cussin’, then we make up we be fussin’ and fuckin’

        **** want smoke, every gun that I tote on my hip is a Glock and it come with a button

        Call up Oota and tell ‘em bring all the Russians, call up OT and tell ‘em bring all the dummies He put that bread on his head, next week he was dead, we wrapped him up like a mummy Jokes up ****, that shit wasn’t funny, had his hopes up he tried to go cuff a dummy

        Put my dick in her throat, only time that she love me, told ‘em go get his gloves and his gun if he love me

        And it’s deeper than money, I love my **** ain’t keepin shit from me

        Baby go get a lil’ perc and some honey, I told all my **** it’s no man above me

        You know that we cruddy

        [Break]

        I'm not gon' cry

        I'm not gon' shed no tears

        No, I'm not gon' cry, it's not the time

        'Cause you're not worth my tears (Can't do it)

        **** killed brodie, go get the dolie

        Jumped in that bitch 4 deep with my woadie

        Drunk off that Don, I thought Biggie was Rollie

        You can’t speak on my name ‘cause them **** don’t know me I’m that type get on that tip with whoever

        Only tote Glocks, I don’t tote no Berettas

        He want to buck for that bitch, fuckin let him

        And he tried to finesse so I took all the extras

        And her body a 10, but a 5 from the neck up, baby ain’t pressure All the OGs tryna give me a lecture

        He cannot talk if he not with the steppers

        He died with the —

        Christian Dior everytime when I’m steppin’

        I won’t perform if I can’t get the Tec in

        How he want smoke? Went to jail when he checked in Shoulda took it to church, man, the way we gon’ bless him Four to the head, overkill, overstress him

        **** got caught, they don’t know what they doin’

        Don’t bring no phones in this car where we goin’

        I pop a perc when we fuck I perform

        She keep askin the fragrance it’s Baccarat

        They askin when I’m gon’ drop, I go back to back

        **** killed bro, get the car I ain’t havin’ that

        I don’t care if you tired, man, you better have an asthma attack

        [Outro]

        Well, I'm not gon' cry, I'm not gon' cry

        I'm not gon' shed no tears

        No, I'm not gon' cry, it's not the time

        'Cause you're not worth my tears (Can't do it)