Sissy Nobby – Y? lyrics

I cusses you out I calls you names I threatens you I even calls the people but dat don't phase you
But when you do me sumthin I'm breakin down I'm in my house so depressed while you creepin around
I can say I'm not thnkin bout you, don't want be botherd wit ya, get da hell out my face I'm so through wit you
But I'd be lien to ya you kno I'd take it back I need self control I don't know how to act
You messes ova me you treat me like a dumb sissy
I ty to tell my friends they don't even wanna listen
I'm on talk shows callin up the radio texin everybody lettin um know you a dog hoe
I'm tryna find words to get yo nerves
I drives you up da wall but it's always reverse
You got me break-In-Down
And umm...

Why can't I hurt you like you hurt me
Why you tryna mess ova this sissy
Why you neva answer when I'm callin yo line
If you posed to be my boy why we don't spend time
Why can't I hurt you like you hurt me, why can't I hurt you like you hurt me
You got me break-in-down

And um...
I calls yor phone, you hang up I call back
You hang up again, I call right back but den when you call me I answer on the 1st ring
Being in love is such a stupid thing
I catch you wit gurls you say that's ur sista
I catch you wit hoes you say das jes friends bruh
Dats jes friends bruh u's a lie bruh
I'm lookin at this nigga like I wish you die bruh
Do you really kno the damage that you do to my heart
Way deep down inside I'm just a fallin apart
Cos you wanna plead the 5th I'm tryna make a deal
I'm tryna make it happen out here doin this rappin is you laffin at me is it silly to you is you laffin at me is it silly to you

You got me break-In-Down
And umm...

Why can't I hurt you like you hurt me
Why you tryna mess ova this sissy
Why you neva answer when I'm callin yo line
If you posed to be my boy why we don't spend time
Why can't I hurt you like you hurt me, why can't I hurt you like you hurt me
You got me break-in-down
Man...
Fuck that

I'm in you face I'm blowin on you
I'm callin ur whole famiy up lettin all dem know the truth
I don smashed ur car windows even broke ur jaw
I don took shit in my hands mothafuck the law
& I did ur bestfriend jes to make you mad did a little extra jes to make you sad
Now I feel so glad yea I feel so glad
And when you ask me for some I tell you use ur hand
Cos you fired from work now ur pockets hurt
Bleached all ur clothes that you got from dem hoes
Broke ur cell phone, shot up ur home
2 dem hoes you got a diesease stay away from me
I did everything cos you hurted me
And all you did was stood back and laffed at me
Dats hot... (das wassup)... Dats hot(dats wassup)

Why can't I hurt you like you hurt me
Why you tryna mess ova this sissy
Why you neva answer when I'm callin yo line
If you posed to be my boy why we don't spend time
Why can't I hurt you like you hurt me, why can't I hurt you like you hurt me
Breakin breakin down!

Why, why, why, why can't I hurt you
Why, why, why can't I hurt you