Plenty Stories // Bad Timing

I been missing calls, I get sick of y’all

I got niggas that hit me up when they need a loan

I got women I open up to and lead em on

I need shorties thats gon resemble a nia long

I need shorties that got a mouth piece like keisha cole

I need paper

You need bitches

I see haters

Don’t need friendship

Niggas sketchy

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I ain’t snitchin, I been living

You been dying, truth be told you niggas lyin

My watch don’t tick it be shinin'

Bitches call me I decline it

Weed to loud but I need silence

Shhh, be quiet

I love women I’m so biased

I hate when they indecisive

Blur the vision I’m divided

Callin’ up tha wrong shorties when I be leavin’ tha club

She think she the baddest in the world, I think she a dub

Said that I could never see myself like the way that I was

I hear plenty stories bout my life they be making shit up

Had a talk wit’ bro tha other night we ain’t making enough

Brodie got tha stendo on tha side he be taping it up

Shorty get tha stendo from behind now she thank she in love

Yea, yea

I hear plenty stories bout my life I cant wait to discuss

She crop out tha negatives so now shorty think she a plus

If I say fugg em, my nigga fugg em so take it as such

I got plenty niggas outta reach but we stayin’ in touch

I don’t gotta front when I’m on camera and fake like I’m tough

Even tho I’m faded niggas know I drank in my cup

I hear plenty stories

I know it’s times you be callin’ my phone and I be watchin it ring

Yea

Every saturday I be out wit’ my dawgs know I ain’t missing a thing

Yea

I’m tryina be on tha scene, you tryina make us a thing

I think you live in a dream

Yea

You keep on callin’ me king, you think that makes you my queen

Feel like we never in sync

Your mother named you brittany, face like whitley

I know you get caught up in emotions

I don’t be responding to yo messages you always say

I’m childish girl we only gettin’ older

Yea

Back when I was dealing with j***** and I got my heart broken

I could never get tha closure

Heard you taking shots at me now, got a bar at tha crib and you know it’s always open

So pull up you can sip sumn wit’ me

Leave out feelings, pull yo hair leave out inches

Got yo weave out

I been mixing got my feelings on my sleeves now

It ain’t genuine but girl whats in those jeans now

Things I usually leave out

Things I usually

Don’t know why you cryin’

Know you cant deal wit tha fact I be lyin

Don’t need no shorty girl, it’s just bad timing

It’s just bad timing

I be out wit' my niggas girl its jus bad timing

Got to many bitches girl it's jus bad timing

You know how we livin' girl its jus bad timing

It's jus bad timing