Ladies and Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, DJs we go
They say, he do a of this, he do a little of that He's always in trouble and I He ain't but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks He's in the club
And they say, he he's slick got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard He's locked up, find somebody else He ain't nothing but a
So what, so So what, so
And they say I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I got a girl every day of the week You too smart, be a dummy to believe That stuff that you heard, that say about me
said I done this, they said I done that But all of it's fiction of it's facts But you be hearin' that about your love You let it go in one ear and out the
The he say, she say, they say, I The ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just you to be her misery needs company
So listen to that vine of grapes there Nothing but liars I bet They mind tradin' places With you by my in my Mercedes
They say, he do a little of this, he do a of that He's always in and I heard He ain't nothin' but a pimp, got a lot of chicks He's always in the
And they say he he's slick He's got a lot of chips, he's so up, I heard He's been locked up, find somebody He ain't but a thug
So what, so So what, so
Mo' money, mo' problems, of a legend Haters salt like rice at a weddin' So what, that's your cousin, that mean nuthin' Her missin' is a type of affection you get
You just to the facts See the lies just as obvious as cries for to the blindness, apply your suspicion But listen, say you love me, trust me
Why you this high school mess? Break up never, they jealous Drama your momma, mean mug from your brothers I'm that author of the book, they can from the cover
I, I been to I'm for real I'm a positive talkin' negative They hate to see you doin' than them, so
They say, he do a of this, he do a little of that He's always in trouble and I He ain't but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks He's always in the
And they say he think he's He's got a lot of chips, he's so up, I heard He's been up, find somebody else He ain't but a thug
So what, so So what, so
and gentlemen, Ciara
Some don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets But you're my boyfriend, you've always here for me This love is serious, no matter people think I'm gon' be for you and I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it you hang out in the streets But you're my boyfriend, you've always here for me I like the thug in you, no matter what think I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care they say
He do a little of this, he do a little of He's always in and I heard He ain't but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks He's in the club
And say he think he's slick He's got a lot of chips, so messed up, I heard He's been locked up, find else He nothing but a thug
So what, so So what, so