Uhh Ladies know how that sayin' goes 'Be careful what you ask for in 'Cuz you just get it' Dependin' on you ask for you get you might not be able to get out of it You Uhh
Niggas might advantage if you let 'em (Uhh) Play your cards and if you fuck 'em in the same night Make that he don't snitch, must be up to sumpin' Or be on his dick, shit
You know how niggas from gettin' pussy The head, you spent yo bread and blew his dick Especially if he trip, Don't complain, bitch, do your and cop that range (Uhh)
When he hit you with game You be like, 'A'ight, dude, And sleep on it, put like a on it Get the Benz Jeep and on it
Do you, like, yeah, faggot, you What the fuck am I to do lay back like I'm that lame bitch, dude I'm that same (Uh huh)
Don't you know? cross no ho Especially if she was and she know where that stands go Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you fo'? And the is he fuckin' with the deuce kid (Uhh)
He don't that I stick a move Get him right for that Chyna Nothing to lose, and I see through him Yeah, we fuckin'
In the Duque, he talkkin' and I'm truckin' tonight And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm lucky And if he packin' he yappin', I'm doin' him right
Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, when your man fuckin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just tight
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you And the dope daddy singing in the in that Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he ain't tight
Uhh, mostly, they'll play you (Uh, huh) if you fuckin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like Bomb head, night, is the sex like that? Uh huh Yeah, you know, I was stress like that Over do, not this once, he don't like that
Should'a known not to fuck with no lightweight Rollin' doves in his stacks, I fuckin' wit that I'm like, "Dude, where the fuck is yo big at?" And you know how I get down, I don't pumps that he act funny and he only fuck with track money
And I'm, seven platinum-plat money It's not a game, And like Sparkle, be careful you say, nigga The kind of cat makes, wonder if he was sent to do this Put it for you
First chick he ever cried fo' never had a chick that like this (Uh, huh) And for no see 'cuz we straight like this (Uh, huh) And he a it very clear baby mothers don't exist (Uhh) They some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?
Yo, when your man ain't you right And the dope daddy in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he ain't tight
Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope daddy in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he ain't tight
Ughh, the is (Uh, huh) Y'all chicks be fuckin' with mistress shit Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the Pleads no fifth, no traces, ya heard?
What the is this? Payback shit? (Uh, huh) Is it God striking me for some way back I'm like, "Damn, was the really foul like this?" (Uh, huh) And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my
And my seven, me thinkin' I should total my six Or should straight spazz out, his man and split (Uh, huh) Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his On the low but I know that he when I flip (Uhh)
Ya betta know how to the smash game Shit, I got to bitch and his last name (Uhh) Any could do a nigga whole big Any bitch could up and have a kid
Any chick could fuck a nigga But the nigga got to love you if he you his wife Ughh, ya is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick And on top of all this bullshit, I'm his chick
Yo, when your man fuckin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't
Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the in that Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't tight