Ladies and Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, DJs we go
They say, he do a of this, he do a little of that always in trouble and I heard He ain't but a pimp, he's 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 messed up, I He's locked up, find somebody else He nothing but a thug
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
They said I done this, they said I done But all of it's fiction none of facts But you don't be that about your love You let it go in one ear and out the
The he say, she say, they say, I The beef ain't, we let it get on our nerves She miserable, she want you to be Like her misery company
So listen to that vine of grapes there but liars hatin' I bet They wouldn't mind places With you by my in my Mercedes
They say, he do a of this, he do a little of that He's always in trouble and I He ain't nothin' but a pimp, got a lot of chicks He's always in the
And they say he think he's 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
Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a throw salt like rice at a weddin' So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean 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 me, gotta trust me
Why you stress high school mess? Break up never, just jealous from 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 to see you doin' better than them, so
say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that He's in trouble and I heard He ain't nothin' but a pimp, 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 up, find somebody else He ain't but a thug
So what, so So what, so
and gentlemen, Ciara
Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the But you're my boyfriend, you've always been for me love is serious, no matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care they say
Some people don't it 'cause you hang out in the streets But my boyfriend, you've always been here for me I like the in you, no matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you and I care what they say
He do a little of this, he do a of that He's always in and I heard He nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks He's in the club
And they say he think he's He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I been locked up, find somebody else He ain't but a thug
So what, so So what, so