I.H.U. Songtext
von CThruRio

Let me be honest with you, baby
I do a lot, and it′s starting to drive me crazy
Tried to put me in a box, but the bell done started ringing
And I can blame it on the thoughts that I had, I wasn't lazy, no

Nigga, I don′t wanna talk to you real quick
Fake nigga, snake nigga, startin' to make me real sick
I done made them crave niggas, dropping all this real shit
I couldn't do this with a label, fuck a deal, pick

Fuck a street name, my big brother drill shit
I don′t think I need fame, I don′t wanna kill, bitch
Heart cold as freeze frame, I don't got a feeling
I was up in New York, drugs had me peeling

Cock, aim, shoot, we ain′t bust at the ceiling
I hate you, I'ma tell you when I feel it
I get it, baby, I know I′m wrong
Look at it, baby, I know you're strong


I was getting business, flip it, then I ended up alone
Off the pilly, I be tripping, but it get me in my zone
And my skin is getting itchy, I′ma need some cortisone
Can't call cause I'm busy, I might record a song

She give me top, keep the pussy, and then I take her home
I′m at the top, but don′t push me, I'm chillin′ on my own
She take a drop of this drank, she gon' feel it in her soul
And I can feel it in my soul

Baby, I might crash out, because I′m going so fast
And this big Benz, girl that's not a Jag
I′m so high, I might pass out, I've been inhaling too much gas
And this top shelf, smoking like my dad

I was in Chicago, tryna come up on a rack
Said she wanna have my baby, I'ma cum up on her back
Why they talking about I′m shady, I ain′t stuntin' for the racks
It′s hella cheese in the stack, yeah it's easy to rack up
I squeeze better back up

Let me be honest with you, baby
I do a lot, and it′s starting to drive me crazy
Tried to put me in a box, but the bell done started ringing
And I can blame it on the thoughts that I had, I wasn't lazy, no


Nigga, I don′t wanna talk to you real quick
Fake nigga, snake nigga, startin' to make me real sick
I done made them crave niggas, dropping all this real shit
I couldn't do this with a label, fuck a deal, pick

Fuck a street name, my big brother drill shit
I don′t think I need fame, I don′t wanna kill, bitch
Heart cold as freeze frame, I don't got a feeling
I was up in New York, drugs had me peeling

Cock, aim, shoot, we ain′t bust at the ceiling
I hate you, I'ma tell you when I feel it
I get it, baby, I know I′m wrong
Look at it baby, I know you're strong

I was getting business, flip it, then I ended up alone
Off the pilly, I be tripping, but it get me in my zone
Fact, my skin is getting itchy, I′ma need some cortisone
I can't call 'cause I′m busy, I might record a song

She give me top, keep the pussy, and then I take her home
I′m at the top, but don't push me, I′m chillin' on my own
She take a drop of this drank, and she gon′ feel it in her soul
And I can feel it in my soul (I can feel it in my soul)

I can feel it in my soul