Audacity lyrics

[Intro: Lizzen]
Yeah
You know what be crazy?
It be crazy when folks wanna call you crazy, but they the main one playing crazy in your face
Yeah, yeah, caught you slipping, caught you slipping
I ain't with it, I ain't with it
(Run it up)
Listen

[Chorus: Lizzen]
You had the audacity to call this b*tch
Had the audacity to text this b*tch
I mean, you had the audacity to kiss this b*tch
Let alone the audacity to sext this b*tch, oh, man
This n*gga on trash, he 'bout to get his ass beat
Why you playin' with my heart? f*ck with my feelings?
See, I thought you really loved me
You proposed, you got down on one knee

[Verse 1: Lizzen]
I guess that ring ain't mean a thing to you, huh
'Cause my heart ain't mean a thing to you, yeah
Take your lies and all your fakes with you, huh
'Cause I cannot stay with you

[Chorus: Lizzen]
You had the audacity to call this b*tch
Had the audacity to text this b*tch
I mеan, you had the audacity to kiss this b*tch
Let alone thе audacity to sext this b*tch, oh, man
This n*gga on trash, he 'bout to get his ass beat
Why you playin' with my heart? f*ck with my feelings?
See, I thought you really loved me
You proposed, you got down on one knee
[Verse 2: Lizzen]
Ooh, I can't take it no more
Get your things and hit the door
I don't want it no more, been down this road before
I gotta let it go
So, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

[Chorus: Lizzen]
You had the audacity to call this b*tch
Had the audacity to text this b*tch
I mean, you had the audacity to kiss this b*tch
Let alone the audacity to sext this b*tch, oh, man
This n*gga on trash, he 'bout to get his ass beat
Why you playin' with my heart? f*ck with my feelings?
See, I thought you really loved me
You proposed, you got down on one knee

[Bridge: Lizzen]
I don't want it
All the time that we done spent
I'm so cool on it
I ain't rekindlin' sh*t, you not my pimp
I gotta do what I gotta do (Gotta do)
I gotta do what I gotta do (Gotta do)
I gotta do what I gotta do
'Cause I deserve better than you
[Verse 3: Trina]
Yeah, it's money over these n*ggas
Throw a b*tch that bankroll
Flexing with them strippers
Stick your tongue deep in this a-hole
First, you gon' have to hit a couple banks
Second, f*ck on one of my b*tches, get shanked
Let's stank
Lipstick all over his face
Don't be askin' 'bout who did it, murder scene closed case
Hit break
My b*tches, we gon' live and die by that code
Ain't no crying, ain't no feelings when these f*ck n*ggas get bold

[Chorus: Lizzen]
You had the audacity to call this b*tch
Had the audacity to text this b*tch
I mean, you had the audacity to kiss this b*tch
Let alone the audacity to sext this b*tch, oh, man
This n*gga on trash, he 'bout to get his ass beat
Why you playin' with my heart? f*ck with my feelings?
See, I thought you really loved me
You proposed, you got down on one knee