Lyrics:
wit' yo' rat, now picture that
When she wit' you, she not speakin'
What you weak at?
Lettin' me know that she really been thinkin'
About a nigga, even
a burner on me in case anybody wanna feel this heat
Like a stir fry
Got this hoe in here fuckin and suckin like she being faithful
But I ain't even her guy
chasin' green, What y'all know about blue collar and embezzlement
Pockets had the mumps, was that really enough evidence
I didn't gang-bang, or even
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
not stranger to the trigga
Talkin' I'll kidnap ya momma
If it's really 'bout that drama
All I rock is that designer
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Prada big bro dj
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
cheatin'
She tell me how she feel about
Me every time we speakin'
Not to mention that she with me every weekend
But still I took her phone
Before I really
drinkin'
Thinkin' bout gettin' even
Wit a man who have been cheatin' by cheatin'
So I sweep em right off their pretty toes
Like a set of voes
Never seen
ting)
I really hope you're not grim
I really hope you're not a Jezebel
You might find her at a house rave
For the fifth time she's gettin' wined
ting)
I really hope you're not grim
I really hope you're not a Jezebel
You might find her at a house rave
For the fifth time she's gettin' wined
need
3m 3m 3m 3m money Moe Money
Das it nigga call it my 3m 3m 3m's
Ayeeeeee
Bad yellow Thang she jus slid up in my
Dm's Dm's Dm's think she got a nigga
con people, everybody not some people
Steal your birth date and social have you wanted by the folk
Got worse when she turned to cocaine for a high
She
on M.A.C, even showed her how to walk
Katie was real pretty nice ass, nice titties
15 had a nigga, 25 really gettin' it
He went to prison, she moved on, it
Summer night in harlem man it's really hot!
Well it's too hot to sleep I'm too poor to eat
I don't care if I die or not!
Winter night in
love me
It's been gettin hard to tell
We started sippin potions
I had her under my spell
Her momma knows we smokin
Cause she always smell the smell
my hope, she my home
Steppin' in,
I don't really care about nothin else, not with your friends,
Like, what's the point of cheatin' on the one you love,
Like
I met my girl when I was 18 years old
And she was just turning 23
I really love her from my heart
And even though I don't deserve it fam I
(Grrt, grrt)
Mobbing the city with all of my bros
(Blrrd, blrrd) they really some goons an
They really gone blow (Slime out)
Heart is so cold say she love
cheatin I was out here gettin high
Please show my opponent show me someone I'm not better then
Feelings block off never got the chance to let you in
Get you
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (nope)
Nah, she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these wallets
Broke down a bowl just
gettin mad at nothin
And blamin her for ruinin my life
Started sinkin, cheatin, and-a drinkin
But she stood there by my side
Right there by my side
bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches
And when they leave they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch
And really don't know much about her
When
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