Only Your Mother

Raggedy-ass bitches That bitch ain't no good Look at your face all frowned up The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round butt You're a rich nigga's worst mistake You're just a trophy, and what make matters worse you're fake A mall broad tryin to keep up with the Joneses Whatever they wear in the videos, you want it You tryin to find the nigga with the biggest contract To get you pregnant, so you can ride around and get fat And collect big money, with the baby all sharing Got a 18-year career from child bearing And only God knows what this kid'll go through Got mixed feelings about his dad cause of you The dollar signs popped up, that's what did it And dude, he was just as fucked up cause he hit it And now you out there buyin champagne for the club To me that's kinda fucked up Only your mother could love you Much too freaky, you're easy And I wouldn't would fuck you I ain't never had to pay for mine Only your mother could love you Much too sneaky, you're freaky And I wouldn't would fuck you I wouldn't give a broke bitch a dime You used to turn up your funky-ass nose before I even stepped up I guess fuckin with me just wouldn't keep your rep up I used to think about you when I'd go sleep, even dream Of fuckin you without a rubber, fillin your pussy with cream But when I wake and see you again, it be the same old shit I finally realized you just a plain old bitch Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night Gettin my dick sucked, fuckin hoes left and right Workin hard to blow up, now you wanna show up With your stretch mark titties and pussy lips all towed up I heard you got married, that was it you thought Until he kicked your ass and took back all the shit that he bought Now you're lookin for a shoulder to lean on Bitch, I sho' hate it, cause my shit is dis-located You was the only one I was thinkin of But now you got a face only your mother could love Break it down I can't do nothin for ya Only your mother could love ya I can't do nothin for ya Aight, check this out Look, Young Tela a pimp by force, not a pimp by choice See, these bitches ain't playin when it come to the courts They'll fold you like some foil when it comes to support And you niggas out here trickin like nature takes its course I'ma spit it till you're fitted, it's your main employ See, I was trained and I was taught that a pimp keeps a choice But you lames gotta change when you gave the whore a port' One weekend at the Allstar and the bitch bought a Porsche? I ain't mad, girl, flip em, you can get em, look we did it Cause his mind was all twisted off the aether from the clinic Now hit it, oh lawdy, look at shawty Mission hit your boy for a four and a forty Miss done get your Ford for a house - "Help me homie" See, I can give a fuck about your loss cause you're phoney You'se a lame and she seen it in your heart from the start Why she ripped yo ass apart? It was lying in her cards But eh, she'll only come up with another, I don't trust her But she got one hell of a hustle You black-hearted bitch, you are full of lies So like go on and suck Young Tela and die