Ladies and Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, DJs we go
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 always in the
And they say, he think he's He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I He's been locked up, find else He nothing but a thug
So what, so So what, so
And say I'm a, I'm a, I'm a freak I got a different every day of the week You too smart, be a dummy to believe That stuff you heard, that they say about me
They said I this, they said I done that But all of it's fiction none of facts But you don't be hearin' 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 Like her needs company
So don't to that vine of grapes there but liars hatin' I bet They wouldn't mind places With you by my side in my
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 slick He's got a lot of chips, he's so up, I heard He's been locked up, find somebody He nothing but a thug
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 nuthin' Her like is a type of affection you get
You blind to the facts See the just as obvious as cries for attention to the blindness, apply your suspicion But listen, say you love me, trust me
Why you stress this high mess? Break up never, they just Drama from your momma, 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 negative pimp They hate to see you doin' better them, so
say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that He's always in and I heard He ain't but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks always in the club
And they say he think slick He's got a lot of chips, he's so up, I heard He's locked up, find somebody else He nothing but a thug
So what, so So what, so
Ladies and gentlemen,
Some people don't it 'cause you hang out in the streets But you're my boyfriend, you've been here for me This love is serious, no what people think I'm be here for you and I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the But you're my boyfriend, you've been here for me I like the thug in you, no matter people think I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what say
He do a little of this, he do a little of He's in trouble and I heard He ain't nothin' but a pimp, got a lot of chicks He's always in the
And they say he think he's He's got a lot of chips, so messed up, I heard He's been up, find somebody else He nothing but a thug
So what, so So what, so