Uhh

Ladies y'all know how that sayin' goes

'Be careful what you ask for in life

'Cuz you just might get it'

Dependin' on what you ask for

What you get you might not be able to get out of it

You heard? Uhh Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em

(Uhh)

Play your cards right and if you *** 'em in the same night

Make sure that he don't snitch, must be up to sumpin'

Or be lyin' on his dick, *** You know how niggas flip from gettin' pussy

The head, 'til you spent yo bread and blew his dick

Especially if he trip, ***

Don't complain, bitch, do your thang and cop that range

(Uhh) When he hit you with that game

You be like, 'A'ight, dude, whatever'

And sleep on it, put like a week on it

Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it Do you, like, yeah, faggot, screw you

What the *** am I to do now?

Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch, dude

I'm that same bitch

(Uh huh) Don't you know? Never cross no ho

Especially if she was wifee and she know where that stands go

*** you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?

And the truth is he ***in' with the deuce kid

(Uhh) He don't know that I stick a move

Get him right for that Chyna White

Nothing to lose, and I see right through him

Yeah, we ***in' tonight In the Duque, what he talkkin' and I'm truckin' tonight

And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm lucky tonight

And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, when your man ain't ***in' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't right

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't ***in' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't right

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't tight Uhh, mostly, they'll play you closely

(Uh, huh)

Especially if you ***in' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em

Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that

Bomb head, every night, is the *** like that? Uh huh

Yeah, you ain't know, I was stress like that

Over 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 ***in' wit that

I'm like, "Dude, where the *** is yo big heads at?"

And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that

Plus he act funny and he only *** with track money And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money

It's not a game, nigga

And like Sparkle, be careful what you say, nigga

The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do this

Put it down for you First chick he ever cried fo' never had a chick that raps like this

(Uh, huh)

And impressed for no see 'cuz we straight like this

(Uh, huh)

And he makes a it very clear baby mothers don't exist

(Uhh)

They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard? Yo, when your man ain't ***in' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't right

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't ***in' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't right

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't tight Ughh, the situation is

(Uh, huh)

Y'all chicks be ***in' with that mistress ***

Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness

Pleads no fifth, leaves no traces, ya heard? What the *** is this? Payback ***?

(Uh, huh)

Is it God striking me for some way back ***?

I'm like, "Damn, was the bitch really foul like this?"

(Uh, huh)

And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my wrist And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six

Or should straight spazz out, *** his man and split

(Uh, huh)

Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his bricks

On the low but I know that he love when I flip

(Uhh) Ya betta know how to throw the smash game

***, I got to bring bitch and his last name

(Uhh)

Any bitch could do a nigga whole big

Any bitch could lock up and have a kid Any chick could *** a nigga despite

But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife

Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick

And on top of all this bull***, I'm still his chick Yo, when your man ain't ***in' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't right

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't ***in' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't right

We say, "*** 'em, *** 'em"

'Cuz he just ain't tight