Koffee Brown - Blackout lyrics

One two I remember when we first met I fell in love with the s** hickeys on my tities Bite marks on my neck wifey like next But now you get vexed and in the last six months Seems you lost respect you don't call when you hang out Ball with the range out act all wild in the mall want to bang out sh** n***a you don't know who I be Instead of flippin on me get a J.O.B. Loud talkin pickin my clothes like a orphan And when ever I'm out you be stalkin 911 paging you be callin what so important Use the bathroom then you come back and say you want to talk With your hands not washed and the seat up Get a job and get your a** up and make the bed up yeah What do you do when your man is a bum can't keep a job for more than a month Your friends don't like him and his game is dead You blew it off with him cause he's good in bed Take your keys and throw them out Or just get mad and run your mouth You work all day he's on the couch Don't that make you want to blackout [Chorus] Think I'm about to blackout blackout Grabin out wildin out Flippin on me I'm flippin on you Don't want to make me act a fool Think I'm about to blackout blackout Grabin out wildin out don't want to lose my cool I'm about to blackout on you Talkin like you got room Don't even clean the house Never seen a broom Movin my sh** don't know where its at I told you more than once I wasn't havin that I'm about to blackout got to let it out Doin crazy things make me want to shout Blowin up my cell what's that all about Sayin you was home when I seen you out I'm havin doubts Now what do you do when your girls a bird Pack her sh** kick to the curb Lose your cool catch your case Sleep wit her friends throw it back in her face Do ya take her back try again can't leave home don't trust your friends Turn your back she'll play you out Don't that make you want to blackout [Chorus] Clothes smellin like perfume or makeup Call me somebody else when we make love You trickin my dough at the strip club You think its a game but I'm gettin fed up You talkin in codes on your cell phone You do it on the low like I ain't gon know You movin too fast better slow down You playin me close gonna make me blackout Yo pluck an independent woman like beyonce And I could give a damn what you and your boyz say No need to kick me out I don't want to stay Pack the coach bags and be on my way I don't need you You need a broad that wake up in the morn clean cook and feed you And that ain't luck n***a that's what's up Key up the truck and clear the bank account when I blackout [Chorus] [Hook] [Chorus until fade]