Motives

Love ain't but a four letter You know Your love ain't but a four letter word He know he lov ain't but a four letter word She know her love ain't buy a four letter word A yo If odds and even say shoot Just put the fire arm to his brains and play Russian roulette This can happen to any man on any day So pay attention to the calm words I say And maybe you can advoid the trap Perhaps have happiness and all of that It starts with her booty fat And ends up with the baby need this and the baby need that Well baby better get a job and earn a buck And stop waking up every time I'm trying to You know where the situations heading To a phist fight and you call off the wedding Ceremony you should've left her alone Now you hate being home arguing on the phone The chick is a pest and wasn't even worth The several minutes of sex wish you never met She comes to your job causing big problems Peppers pray both the security guards and Cursed out the janitor slapped the receptionist in the face While you was on your lunch break Yeah she a pyscho bro I know You call her a tramp and a stink bimbo Buy you slept with her so you not much different Now you complaining singing things like this You see my motives was wrong And now I'm singing this song This chick is whining Always nagging we don't get along You see my motives was wrong And now I'm singing this song Hold up she's calling Right this moment it's annoying me She thinks she fine hair done all the time Every two weeks she's at the nail salon You know for the manicure and the pedicure Be giving random she meet the hedicure And you knew something was wrong with the clown When he had the newspaper upside down But you was a flamingo scheming in a quick ride Now you a single mother raising his child When you met him he was balling out the pocket Now his favorite line is baby I ain't got it But girl what you got huh other than a mini Skirt pretty face and a purse full of pennies Brag to your friends bout material things Girl he got money ching ching ching Remember that didn't care about his morals Now he beat your and straight mop the floor with you Oooh it's horrible how you got a black eye Under the Gucci shades he bought you for your birthday Neck brace lying how you feel He pushed you down the steps when he caught you in his cell Reading all them text messages from Michelle, Janelle, Teresa and Tabitha too You Sweating him for the chips and you ain't even number six Now you crying cause he treat you like this You see my motives was wrong And now I'm singing this song I got his baby and he crazy And we don't get along You see my motives was wrong And now I'm singing this song Hold up he calling Right this moment it's annoying me You see my motives was wrong And now I'm singing this song This chick is whining Always nagging we don't get along You see my motives was wrong And now I'm singing this song Hold up he calling Right this moment it's annoying me Let me here you say Motives was wrong Let me here you say Motives was wrong Let me here you say Motives was wrong Let me here you say Motives was wrong Grimey brother your Motives was wrong Grimey woman your Motives was wrong A you know that your Motives was wrong Your intentions were Motives was wrong