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Then, bitch, go down a bit If you down for it, then, bitch, go down a bit (bitch, go down a bit) If you down for it, then, bitch, go down a bit PH, motherfucker, uh If you down for it, then, bitch, go down a bit (bitch, go down a bit) Tryna take these trips, well, bitch, If you down for me, then keep your mind on me (keep your mind on me) There's a ton of you, but only one of me (there's only one of me) I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain't really worth my shit I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain't even twerk my shit I hate to say it, I hate to say it, you ain't even worth my spit I hate to say it, I hate to say it, I went ahead and fucked your friend (your friend) Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felisha Dawn, Leshawn, Inez, Alisha Lisa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki Lisa, Veronica, Karen and Vicki Why you tryna spend all my time again? Well, fuck that shit, better ride it Until the sun comes up and we zombies Until your man come back from the army Nigga, you been heard right, bitch naughty (nice) Been had a thing for a misfit, yeah Mighta been the one, but I missed that, yeah I shouldn't've been playin', no tricks, ah, yeah I'll take a loan out for a homeless person before I give my bitch one I don't even know why I stayed, son I must be real damn bored, huh? And any time I ever say I gotta go away She always tryna play dumb She'll be like, say some' I be like, "Bitch, I ain't say nothin'" Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (when I'm fuckin' busy, that's what you need to do) I be like, "Bitch, I ain't say nothin'", "Bitch, I ain't say nothin'" Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (damn, ayy) Now there's Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felisha Dawn, Leshawn, Inez, Alisha Lisa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki Lisa, Veronica, Karen and Vicki Shouts goes out to my day-one Pull up to the club, let her shake somethin' Kitchen full of dope, let me make somethin' House note, car note, I could pay some Yeah, nigga, got a new Mercedes, on my eighth one Put my bitch up in a condo on a lakefront RIP the last nigga tried to take somethin' You gon' fuck around, die for the same stunt, yeah, nigga Bitch wanna knock the boots, turn the phone off Hoes that you came with hatin', call the dogs off Hoes clockin' me on the 'Gram, hit the logoff Too legit, I'm tryna be too rich to fall off I just dog-walked some hoes at the Waldorf Niggas got the EDD, fucked 'em all off I be with Colombian plugs, cut your balls off All my niggas lit and too rich to fall off Real nigga, no perpin' Hard tax on the work then I can't work Apologize if I'm slow sendin' back verses I don't even really rap, I be dope servin' Ten hoes in the crib, that's a whole circus They gon' suck a nigga off while I'm still burstin' I don't even really rap, I be dope servin' Hundred carats in the watch make a ho nervous Make a ho nervous, yeah Big Bunny Rabbit, mane (haha)
Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, Azizi B Gibson, Eric Douglas Jr Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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