Found Out DJ Holiday (Ft. Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
Damn, I mean, I really did like you
I mean, I really did want you
You were bad, 'til I found out
Mmm, mmm, mmm

[Chorus: Quavo]
I wanted you 'til I found out
I wanted you 'til I found out
I wanted you 'til I found out
You the same damn girl they be talking 'bout
I wanted you 'til I found out
I wanted you 'til I found out
I wanted you 'til I found out
You the same damn girl they be talking 'bout

[Verse 1: Quavo]
You the same damn girl they be talking 'bout
With a little bitty waist and a smart ass mouth
Let anybody smash their foot in your house
Let your baby daddy see you when that nigga get out
That's a shame on your name, you a beautiful thing
You let a nigga like me tweak you out your brain
And I apologize for them, it's a man's world
But you ain't gotta bust it open to get them bands girl
Aw man, it's over with cause everybody know the bitch
Word around town, she work with all the cliques
Shake my head, it don't make no sense
I gotta keep the Glock 40 when I see this bitch
When she call my phone, she scared to ask
(For what?) to drive my car, ask for cash
She moving too fast, got her foot on the gas
You acting like Felicia, hanging up on your ass