Sort It Out Interlude lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Oh, yeah, oh
No, no

[Verse]
Boy, you better sort it out
Boy, you finna sort it out
Like right now, 'cause I don’t wanna hear her
Get your life straight first
Don't put that b*tch before me
Don't make it seem like you should put another b*tch before me
’Cause I already don't f*ck wit' drama
Ain't f*ckin' wit' her or that baby mama drama
You the type to cry like a b*tch towards your mama
And you'll tell her how you love another
Or you f*cked another (No, no)
Or you touched another (No, oh, no)
Callin' me b*tches, hoes, and mo’ b*tches
Ooh, didn’t she tell ya not to disrespect, boy?
You don't treat women likе toys, boy
But you’ll get yours, boy
Don't know sh*t for real, nothin' but a boy
Get it straight, uh

[Chorus]
Bеtter sort it out, out, out, out, out
Ain't gon’ hold you down, down, down, down, down (Oh, oh)
Figure your sh*t out, out
If you still want me around, uh