Lyrics
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka...
You're listening to the hottest beats
But an end
I wish I could sing like that
Yeah, look, uh
I was getting some head
While I was counting some bread
From a bitch with like three bags of hair in her head
Ghetto chick, real bad but she stuck with her man
She said she ain't a hoe, she just be fuckin' her friends
I got a pretty white girl who be driving a Benz
But her people hate niggas, so I hide from her friends
She feel guilty 'bout her ways, so she pay me to chill
This is better than if Canon came and gave me a deal
I been with the candid camera, always chasing the thrill
'Til I pull up and see Candy and she tasting my spill
And I get a call from Brandy, answer Candy choppin' me still
She said she wanna chill, say, "Okay, I gotchu well"
I hop in the wheel when Dorothy call
Tierra was there, she said, "Hey babe" and she heard it all
I ain't even try to hide it, I told 'em both
It ain't a secret but it's private, or you gotta go
Man, this seat, are you riding, or is you gon' fold?
Make up ya mind girl 'cause we getting old
Sorry I'm on the phone with my baby mom
I got hella bitches but she the one I love
So you want the next level
Pushes this bitch
Writer(s): Xavier Thomas
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