Shame (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid)

(It's 2:00 a.m., and the place is gonna close) Yeah, time to shut it on down baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (The bartender looks as though he knows) You sure you want to do this shit tonight Because it might hurt baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (Everybody's, everybody's been at home) Might hurt you when I, get up in the morning and leave, you know what I mean (Here we sit) Take that walk, you know what I mean? (Yeah) Slammin', when I hit you up, I'm talkin' 'bout bangin' something Chill off in your crib and have a thing, probably make it stank or somethin' Girl you like my bottom bitch, post my bail, pay for my lawyer Play your position when them other hoes get out of order When you wanna give me that pussy, you purchase a plane ticket Run around town when I bust her down, they want shit like them lames did it Got her dick-whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick Basically if this bitch lay with me, she payin' me, I'm on some pimp shit For real, it's 2:00 a.m., club was 'bout to close up Thumbing through my contacts 'bout to call one of my hoes up Then I met you, kicked game and followed you to the breakfast spot Fucked you like I married you that night up in the Marriott Screaming like you got your cherry popped Fucking, switching up positions Thought this shit would never stop, motherfuck an intermission Damn! (Here we are again) Baby, gotta take that walk now (take that walk) It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby But that's only if you know the game, baby Later I can't be the one to blame, baby But for now, take the walk of shame, baby It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby But that's only if you know the game, baby Later I can't be the one to blame, baby But for now, take the walk of shame, baby Straight slammin', sleepin' with pistols under my pillow We wake and bake, she up naked, twistin' up cigarillos I beat that Thursday night and Friday morning, off to work she go Time to take that walk, just take this dick, don't take it personal Your friends probably gonna call you a ho, what you trippin' on? Them bitches want a grip from the same dick you be sitting on And your girl Monique, she be hitting me when her nigga gone Trying to buy some weed, she proceed with nothing but Vicky's on Nothing but ass and titties, but I let that ass convince me Took it in that, hit that, wish I could say it was accidentally Like I stepped on a banana peel and fell in that pussy Y'all niggas be spending all kind of scrill to get in that pussy And she cop a seven every Friday Chuck the deuces at her baby daddy as I pulled up out the drive-way For real (here we are again) Here we go again, back in yo' pussy, nigga, you know what I'm saying? It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby But that's only if you know the game, baby Later I can't be the one to blame, baby But for now take the walk of shame, baby It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby But that's only if you know the game, baby Later I can't be the one to blame, baby But for now take the walk of shame, baby Here we are again