Lyrical Breakdown of Fed Up ft. Kool Ace - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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When a playa's fed up
There ain't nuthin' she can do about it
If I'm ridin' on love
Bitch, it is too late to talk about it
It's over, bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
Don't call me, 'cause we ain't got nuthin' to do
You on your own now, find a new manager
My bitch is on cruise control, I can't handle her
You so complicated, tellin' lies and stuff
Too emotional for me, and you cry too much
I roll on these hoes when they test my game
They wanna be spoiled, buy 'em extra thangs
We supposed to be a team, real playas winnin' shit
We hustle every day, and we share the benefits
It used to feel good, but now I'm barely feelin' it
'Cause now, I don't really care if we end this shit
Bitch, you gon' change on me?
You better take a good look, 'cause you ain't gon' see
My face, ever again
I'll find a better ho and you can get a better pimp, bitch!
When a playa's fed up (It's over, baby)
There ain't nuthin' she can do about it (Nuthin')
If I'm ridin' on love
Bitch, it is too late to talk about it
Now when I'm through with you, ain't no gettin' back
I don't want money from you, and I don't care who's hittin' that
Don't speak when you see me, and don't call a playa
You can fuck a dog for all I care, bitch
It ain't the same on your own
I know you miss me, that's why you playin' games on the phone
I'm like Pimp C, I'm just not "Willing and Able"
To keep a bitch like you in my stable
You're nuthin' but trouble, you never could be on my level
You was turned out first time I said "Hello"
You a freak and you fine, but you weak in the mind
And worst of all, you cheat with your grind
You don't earn enough, got me burnin' up
'Cause you ain't even willin' to learn the stuff
Get the fuck out my face, 'cause right now I will
Whoop your motherfuckin' ass, bitch, you know how I feel
When a playa's fed up (What, bitch?)
There ain't nuthin' she can do about it
I ain't tryna hear that shit, baby)
If I'm ridin' on love (Time's up, bitch)
Bitch, it is too late to talk about it (It's too late)
Fuck out my face, bitch
It's over, baby, nothin' to talk about
I fucks with you no mo'
It's too late, baby, ain't nothin' you can say
I'm outta here