One two I remember when we first met
I fell in love with the sex hickeys on my tities
Bite marks on my neck wifey like next
But now you get vexed and in the last six months
Seems you lost respect you don't call when you hang out
Ball with the range out act all wild in the mall want to bang out
Shit nigga you don't know who I be
Instead of flippin on me get a J.O.B.

Loud talkin pickin my clothes like a orphan
And when ever I'm out you be stalkin
911 paging you be callin what so important
Use the bathroom then you come back and say you want to talk
With your hands not washed and the seat up
Get a job and get your ass up and make the bed up yeah

What do you do when your man is a bum
can't keep a job for more than a month
Your friends don't like him and his game is dead
You blew it off with him cause he's good in bed
Take your keys and throw them out
Or just get mad and run your mouth
You work all day he's on the couch
Don't that make you want to blackout

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Think I'm about to blackout blackout
Grabin out wildin out
Flippin on me I'm flippin on you
Don't want to make me act a fool
Think I'm about to blackout blackout
Grabin out wildin out
don't want to lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Talkin like you got room
Don't even clean the house
Never seen a broom
Movin my shit don't know where its at
I told you more than once I wasn't havin that
I'm about to blackout got to let it out
Doin crazy things make me want to shout
Blowin up my cell what's that all about
Sayin you was home when I seen you out
I'm havin doubts

Now what do you do when your girls a bird
Pack her shit kick to the curb
Lose your cool catch your case
Sleep wit her friends throw it back in her face
Do ya take her back try again
can't leave home don't trust your friends
Turn your back she'll play you out
Don't that make you want to blackout

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Clothes smellin like perfume or makeup
Call me somebody else when we make love
You trickin my dough at the strip club
You think its a game but I'm gettin fed up
You talkin in codes on your cell phone
You do it on the low like I ain't gon know
You movin too fast better slow down
You playin me close gonna make me blackout

Yo pluck an independent woman like beyonce
And I could give a damn what you and your boyz say
No need to kick me out I don't want to stay
Pack the coach bags and be on my way I don't need you
You need a broad that wake up in the morn clean cook and feed you
And that ain't luck nigga that's what's up
Key up the truck and clear the bank account when I blackout

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Chorus until fade]

Writer : BERKELEY, EDWARD/GIST, KEIR LAMONT/MUHAMMAD, BALEWA M
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group