Heard It All Songtext
von Amil

Milian
Make ya phone

Nigga, you ain′t told me nothin' I ain′t heard

And actions speaks louder than words
And you said you would treat me right

Instead you be sweatin' every freak in sight
(Yeah, I know) One day you gon' marry me
(Yeah, I know) You want me to cap ya seed
(Yeah, I know) Don′t worry ′cause there is no other
(Yeah, I know) And you can't stand ya baby mother, right?
Oh, you never felt this way before, huh?
Gon′ keep me in the Gucci stores, huh?
What happened to the minks and the diamond rings?

Lyin' ass nigga, you ain′t buyin' me things
Nigga, don′t tell me I'm ya flyest bitch
If I can't get the keys just to drive the whip
If I ain′t the one you take on them private trips
If you got it like you say you do, provide them chips, nigga


We′ll always be together (Uh-huh)
No one can fuck you better (Uh-huh)
Yeah, nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah, nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah, nigga, you drive me crazy (Uh-huh)
I wanna have yo' baby (Uh-huh)
Yeah, bitch, I heard this all before
Yeah, bitch, I heard this all before

I thought you ain′t like rap, you was deceivin' me
All you do all day is watch BET
Act like you ain′t recognize when you met me in the ride
Mispronouncin' my name, squintin′ ya eyes (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Well, you shouldn't play games wit' a pimp like I (Uh-huh)
Now that I gamed you, I′m supposed to sympathize? (Yeah, I know)
You hate parties and you never go out (Yeah, I know)
You a nun and you stay in ya house (Yeah, I know)
Well, can you please do me this favor?
How you been wit′ three rappers and six ball players? Tell me that

Shit, we both gamin' each other

Lyin′ through our teeth, both blamin' each other
I try to front on you, I take you to my reps (That′s right)
You try to front on me, actin' like you ain′t impressed
I'm tryna see if the coochie's proper


You tryna score yourself a Gucci parka
And that new shit from Prada
You tryna get a rich baby father
I′m tryna forget you by tomorrow
This ain′t rocket science

Ain't no rock buyin′, just a hard rock lyin'
And stop frontin′ like your shit is real
You get your game from Oprah and Lauryn Hill
And if you are a nice girl and I read you wrong
Look, I'm sorry if I led you on, okay?

Nah, nigga, you ain′t got to apologize
I knew that bitch wasn't your cousin on your father's side
I mean, damn, you don′t even let me answer ya cell
I mean, damn, why I still got to ring the bell?
I find girl phone numbers and you send to ya mans
When I call, you don′t even know who I am
So you can go 'head with all that game you throw me
Don′t tell me, motherfucker, show me (Uh, uh, uh, yuh)

We'll always be together (Uh-huh)
No one can fuck you better (Uh-huh)
Yeah, nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah, nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah, nigga, you drive me crazy (Uh-huh)
I wanna have yo′ baby (Uh-huh)
Yeah, bitch, I heard this all before

Yeah, bitch, I heard this all before

We'll always be together (Uh-huh)
No one can fuck you better (Uh-huh)
Yeah, nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah, nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah, nigga, you drive me crazy (Uh-huh)
I wanna have yo′ baby (Uh-huh)
Yeah, bitch, I heard this all before
Yeah, bitch, I heard this all before

Uh, clap ya motherfuckin' eye
Uh-huh, uh-huh
You're lyin′, uh