Lyrics:
really the victim (Jesus)
How she's getting high and she's getting addicted (Lord)
And her older boy just stuck with the picture, painted vivid
That's
the end)
Lauren is such a bitch (I know, right?)
I don't even understand why guys like her, she's not even cute
She's not even pretty
Have you seen how
you Dainy more than living itself
Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health
When I go pick her up they tell me put her back
and get just
Slow dance with you
Spinning you around by the Walmart sign
And moving our feet over the painted white lines
Getting close to you
Making
kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester but you like her better
I wish i were heather (god, i wish that you
You think I'm lying
You think I'm cheatin
You think I'm sleeping around
Baby I ain't gave you no reason
Now you caught cheatin
Tryna get even
getting
Robbed without a pistol what up on a nigga
Come up on a nigga
Then you wait a month like you not the
One cause she ain't got no proof
What happen
in the home
Yeah, your bitch titties big
I might motorboat
I stay cheatin' on her, she not lettin' go
I stay hittin' this bitch like it's rugby
We go
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
round, i get a square
(Ow!)
I'm getting awfully mad driving down the street
(Ow!)
I just don't want to be bugged sitting next to my sweets
Bom bom
she's sleep getting woke up by the cops in the back
By a dumpster didn't even greet 'em with fear, grinning ear to ear, said "my husband meeting me here"
so fast, I just done got the hiccups (hic, hic, hic)
Took her shoppin', she think I'm the shoe plug
Come back from the dead, I feel like Frankenstein
changed the subject every time money came up
She said, welcome to the land of the living dead
You could tell she was so broken-hearted
She said, even
Laughin not thinkin bout G's, I just blew in her
Playin like a King, on sheets of satin
Me and Shorty smack in, her crib in Manhattan
She had a big ole
"she's number four"
"There's number three just by the door"
Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better
"She was selling speedboats in
of the night
She’d be by my side
But she wasn’t
As far as I know she’s at Waffle House
With a friend she ran into and their not thinking about me now
of
You mad you mad at a woman
For what a man is doin'
And that’s a problem with so
Many black women and women, period
Oh, 'cause she's not black
She refers
lustful situations
So feel the vibrations, she's the mother of our nation
Now for oh so long you stood by us so strong
even when we done wrong,
the same shit"
The niggas just told these girls that he do it all by himself
It's crazy, cray-cray, I did though, you know what I'm sayin'?
With a golden
spending all this money on these hoes, not me|Used to hump all week, in my ' computer love by roger trapman|If you see one of my immigrants, they looking
when she rub my head when im b/w her
kneees, ha, getting love from the people overseas,
haters tryina hate but they got nothing to say,
the best in
that nigga, stop fronting
She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by
So don't go tampering, you're just a nail I hammer
'Nother girl that's on my camera
My name you cannot slander at all girl, watch your manners
She
Ay oh my god Ronny
Oou dexter
What what's up Ronny J?
Haha ya dig ya dig oou
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a hoe swear to god she gotta go
And she love
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