Uhh Ladies y'all know how that goes 'Be careful what you ask for in you just might get it' Dependin' on you ask for you get you might not be able to get out of it You Uhh
might take advantage if you let 'em (Uhh) Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the same Make sure that he don't snitch, must be up to Or be lyin' on his dick,
You know how niggas flip from gettin' 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 that 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 like I'm that lame bitch, dude I'm that bitch (Uh huh)
you know? Never cross no ho Especially if she was and she know where that stands go Fuck you wildin' Who you stylin' fo'? And the truth is he with the deuce kid (Uhh)
He know 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, what he talkkin' and I'm 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 man ain't fuckin' you right And the daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" he just ain't tight
Yo, when 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 right We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't
Uhh, mostly, they'll you closely (Uh, huh) Especially if you fuckin' 'em, could crushin' 'em Damn bitch, you 'em, impressed like that Bomb head, every night, is the sex like Uh huh Yeah, you ain't know, I was stress like do, not this once, he don't handle like that
Should'a known not to with no lightweight cats Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't wit that I'm like, "Dude, the fuck is yo big heads at?" And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like Plus he act funny and he only fuck track money
And I'm, seven platinum-plat money It's not a game, And Sparkle, be careful what you say, nigga The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do Put it for you
First chick he ever fo' never had a chick that raps like this (Uh, huh) And impressed for no see we straight like this (Uh, huh) And he makes a it very clear baby mothers don't (Uhh) just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?
Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right 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 your man ain't fuckin' you 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 be fuckin' with that mistress shit ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness Pleads no fifth, no traces, ya heard?
What the fuck is Payback shit? (Uh, huh) Is it God striking me for way back shit? I'm like, "Damn, was the bitch really like this?" (Uh, huh) And my lobe be just to think, I slash my wrist
And my seven, me thinkin' I should total my six Or should straight out, fuck his man and split (Uh, huh) Took the straight to his safe and just empty his bricks On the low but I know he love when I flip (Uhh)
Ya betta know how to the smash game Shit, I got to bring bitch and his last (Uhh) Any bitch could do a nigga big Any could lock up and have a kid
Any chick could a nigga despite 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 still his
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you 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, when your man ain't you right 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