Robbed You (feat. Mariah the Scientist)

Summer Walker

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    I start thinking I should rob all these niggas
    I should rob all these niggas
    I-I start thinking I should rob all these niggas
    I should rob all these

    I should've known you wasn't all the way in it
    I should've known you wasn't standing on business
    If I waited for just another minute (oh)
    I would've been sinning (oh)
    Losing my mind by the second
    Playing with my time, my shit is precious
    I need all of that back and then some
    'Cause with all the things you've done

    I should've robbed you (oh, I)
    I should've popped you (oh, I)
    Putting your trust in these no good bitches
    Could've had 'em on my payroll, swear they would've listened
    I could've robbed you (oh, I)
    Hit a lick, could've got you (oh, I)
    Putting your trust in these no good bitches
    Could've had 'em on my payroll, caught a nigga slipping, oh, I (oh, I)

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    You ain't even think of that (oh, I)
    Be glad that I cared (oh, I)
    Be glad that I spared you (oh, I)
    I really should've robbed you
    'Cause you was moving sloppy
    Looking like an easy lick, no, we are not the same
    Got them hoes all on the internet speaking on my name
    You think these bitches care for you?
    These bitches, they just fans of you
    They living in a fantasy
    These bitches really fans of me
    I really could've robbed you (oh)
    Posted at your spot and took everything you got (oh)
    Aiming at your top, could've had you down bad (oh)
    Broad light in the day
    If you keep playing with fire, you gon' end up catching flames (oh)

    So I should've robbed you (oh, I)
    I should've popped you (oh, I)
    Putting your trust in these no good bitches
    Could've had 'em on my payroll, swear they would've listened
    I could've robbed you (oh, I)
    Hit a lick, could've got you (oh, I)
    Putting your trust in these no good bitches
    Could've had 'em on my payroll, caught a nigga slipping

    Gun to your head, I want you dead
    I want you to pay for the things that you did
    I hope it haunts you forever
    'Cause every time I close my eyes, I can't forget you, oh-woah
    It's so unfair, the memories it brought back
    But it's all good, remember when I fall back
    It's so damn hard ignoring what we've been through
    'Cause I still get sentimental
    I should've robbed you (oh)
    I should've called them niggas
    I should've dropped your location and told them to pull up (oh)
    I should've let you go when I had the chance, 'cause it's nothing, but a bad romance (oh)

    Song details

    Composition: Curtis Jackson, Rondell Turner, Nija Charles, Rami Dawod, Summer Walker, Mariah the Scientist, Arsenio Archer, Tre'Von Waters, David "Dos Dias" Bishop, Anthony Paul Jefferies, and David Darnell Brown

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