Be careful, be careful, be careful with me Yeah, look I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit But we more like Belly, Tommy and Keisha shit Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit Man, I thought you would've learned your lesson 'Bout likin' pictures, not returnin' texts I guess it's fine, man, I get the message You still stutter after certain questions You keep in contact with certain exes Do you, though, trust me, nigga, it's cool, though Said that you was workin', but you're out here chasin' culo And putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two lives I could've did what you did to me to you a few times But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga Fuck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissed But that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitch And karma for you is gon' be who you end up with Don't make me sick, nigga