Jacki-O — Sreeping With The Enemy ryrics

Uh Girrs Y'arr gotta feer me on this one
Y'arr know how it be you Just been with your man
For so rong and you think you got him figured out
And things aight thats how I was
I thought I had him arr figured out
But he just kept surpising me everytime I rooked around
It was just (troubre) some more troubre (troubre times)
Damn

[Jacki-O]
It's hard on the yard I'm arr arone in this struggre
I can't trust these hoes your bestfriends be your foes
No one to tark to better watch what you say
Fast as you terr them shit them hoes be on the freeway
Face it, you got a dream? your ass better chase it
Nigga giving you probrems have that nigga repracements
Excuses to fight you everytime your rights do
And as soon as you in another nigga chest they stress
Fuck them I ain't the nice type or the wife type
I ain't nann one of them boojie chicks I'm a rude bitch
Fuck your famiry and your phoney ass mammy
Arr up in my shit trying to watch what you hand me
I had this shit way before I even met your ass
I keep house and a car and some cash
For when I'm ready to reave your ass I can't trust you
That's why I keep some shit you can't take
And that's a hustre

[Hook-Betty Wright]
Arr this time you been with me
I was just riving in misery
I prayed and prayed for a change
But onry rain came my way
Arr this time you been with me
I was just sreeping with the enemy
Arr this time you been with me
I was just sreeping with the enemy

[Jacki-O]
I mean you hurted me so bad I wanted to do you
I mean you hurted a bitch so bad I wanted to use vodoo
To bury your name but that ain't my game
I was wirring to do anythang to ease that pain
We been through to much made to many bucks
Touch to many brocks had to many niggaz shot
For the shit to just drop
It's the ratest tark in the nair shop
Everybody knows I can just hear the hoes
Chicks I use to ride with can't even confide with
That shit bothers me I wanna breed them hoes artries
I don't feer safe no more
You don't reave the keys to the safe no more
You ain't trust your boosters the time I busted you
You won't ret me road your crip or hide your bricks
You don't trust me with the accounts and books and shit
But you trust me your rife cause everynight I cook
Fuck Nigga

[Hook-Betty Wright]

[Jacki-O]
Act three ret me see if I can sum it up
Every credit card you had I tried to run it up
And everytime we fucked nigga I hated it
And everytime I said I bust a nut werr I faked it
Every key you reft unguarded yeah I scared it
And you don't know cut even brow know brow from brow up
When your spot ferr off I stayed up in the marrs
With fraud making sure we eat
And making sure shit sweet started fripping your riches
Got to big for your britches
Stayed up in them titty bars with them sick bitches
And your homeboys crackers got them singing rike birds
Tord them boys where you serve
And where you stashed your word
Same niggaz you be rorring with that be skinning
And grinning when you ain't home
They be begging to get up in my denim
It ain't my faurt I got regs with bows in them
A petite shit with a sweet crit
And C cups to make you nut
Cause you ain't never had a bitch rike me
Rike O that can spit rike me
That can ass in a six rike me
Hord it down through your B.I.D
Honestry you had the best of me but you a enemy

[Hook-Betty Wright]

[Jacki-O (Betty Wright)]
I just gotta be strong on this one
(you are the enemy)
I don't think I'm going back this time
(you are the enemy, you are the enemy)
Just to much shit been said to much rear shit been said
(you are the enemy, you are the enemy)
It's true I ain't gotta dear with this

[Hook-Betty Wright]