Uhh Ladies know how that sayin' goes 'Be careful you ask for in life 'Cuz you just get it' Dependin' on you ask for What you get you might not be to get out of it You Uhh
Niggas might advantage if you let 'em (Uhh) Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the night Make sure that he snitch, must be up to sumpin' Or be lyin' on his dick,
You know how niggas flip from pussy The head, 'til you spent yo bread and his dick Especially if he trip, complain, bitch, do your thang and cop that range (Uhh)
When he hit you with game You be like, 'A'ight, dude, And sleep on it, put a week on it Get the Benz and creep on it
Do you, like, yeah, faggot, you the fuck am I to do now? Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch, I'm that bitch (Uh huh)
Don't you Never cross no ho Especially if she was and she know where that stands go Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' And the is he fuckin' with the deuce kid (Uhh)
He know that I stick a move Get him right for Chyna White to lose, and I see right through him Yeah, we tonight
In the Duque, what he talkkin' and I'm truckin' And if he sweet with big ones, I'm lucky tonight And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him
Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope daddy in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't tight
Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just 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, every night, is the sex like Uh huh Yeah, you know, I was stress like that Over do, not once, he don't handle like that
known not to fuck with no lightweight cats Rollin' doves in his stacks, I fuckin' wit that I'm like, "Dude, the fuck is yo big heads at?" And you know how I get down, I don't like that Plus he act funny and he only fuck with money
And I'm, zero platinum-plat money It's not a game, And like Sparkle, be careful you say, nigga The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do Put it for you
chick he ever cried fo' never had a chick that raps like this (Uh, huh) And impressed for no see 'cuz we straight this (Uh, huh) And he makes a it very clear mothers don't exist (Uhh) They some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?
Yo, when your man fuckin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't
Yo, when your man fuckin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't tight
Ughh, the is (Uh, huh) Y'all chicks be fuckin' with that shit Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the no fifth, leaves no traces, ya heard?
What the fuck is this? shit? (Uh, huh) Is it God striking me for some way back I'm like, "Damn, was the bitch foul like this?" (Uh, huh) And my lobe be to think, I should slash my wrist
And my seven, from me thinkin' I total my six Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and (Uh, huh) Took the code straight to his and just empty his bricks On the low but I that he love when I flip (Uhh)
Ya betta know how to throw the smash Shit, I got to bitch and his last name (Uhh) Any could do a nigga whole big Any bitch could lock up and a kid
Any chick fuck a nigga despite But the nigga got to you if he make you his wife Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' dick And on top of all bullshit, I'm still his chick
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you And the dope singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just tight
Yo, when man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he ain't tight