Lyrics

I took nine months off and gave you bitches a chance Now I'm packing my bag and takin' over the game Hoes been throwin' salt, I'm catchin' all of the slangs But imma do y'all a favour and gi' you bitches the game Number one Don't ever give ya pussy to a nigga who goin' Fill you up with lies and ain't doin' nothin' for ya Number two Don't ever let a nigga put ya last If he stingy with the bag, give his friend some of that ass Number three Don't ever fuck a nigga for free If he want some of this pussy, then he gon' pay the fee Number four Don't deal with his BM mess If he really fuck with you, then he gon' keep her in check Number five His momma and his sister a clown They gon' fuck with every single bitch that he bring around Keep his friends out ya mix, they gon' try to be slick 'Cause when ya nigga not around, they tryna give you some dick That was six, so we gon' get straight to seven Don't be fuckin' with no nigga who be stuntin' and reppin' Number eight Don't let that nigga hide your face Make that nigga show you off, take you out on a date Number nine Don't pay them petty bitches no mind Talkin' bout ya nigga want 'em, you know hoes be lyin' Number ten You gotta play the game to win If that nigga think he slick, then be slicker than him Huh? What? Just be slicker than him So remember, when you get you a trade If you follow these rules, you'll never get played Tryin' a play me like I'm stupid, boy, you better behave 'Cause imma dog, you don't want me to go back to my ways Huh? You don't want me to go back to my ways Huh? (uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh) You don't want me to go back to my ways 'Cause imma dog, you don't want me to go back to my ways See, it's levels to this shit Want you hoes to have to reach Why speak and let me preach? Gettin' bags and gettin' sleep 'Cause I put the money first, and get rich off gettin' D He say this pussy on fleek, but he can't hit it for free, sis Don't believe him when he call her sis Fake sisters be 'round eatin' all the d*ck, sis Remember that these hoes ain't shit They like some beat up edges, yeah these hoes ain't slick I was gone for a minute, but I'm back Still got the bars, like I never left the nest Bitches tryin' a be me and I really ain't impressed Claimin' that they pressure and I really ain't pressed And since you ain't a secret, make that nigga show you out And if he go to trippin', throw ya pussy in his mouth There's rules to this game, never break 'em at all I'm the one in charge, this a new set of laws Throw ya pussy in his mouth Throw ya pussy- pussy- pussy- pussy- pussy- Throw ya pussy- throw ya pussy- throw ya pussy in his mouth
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Teris Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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