Brittney (feat. Fleetwood Fred)

They want me to turn up

Let me tell you my story about Brittney

Ahh

Been fuckin Brittney for years

Don't think that's ever gone end

I done had 2 and 3 kids

She done had several boyfriends

Fall off for months at time

But she still know that she mine

She ever tell you that's yo pussy better

Know that she lying

I know her mama

She know my mama

But we don't got no kids together

And if you her baby daddy

Yo daughter think I'm her cousin

Seen her in Kroger paid for the groceries

Never groped her in public

Fall thru at family functions

No one know that we bump uglies

Been on a 10 year run ain't had no title to date

But me and shawty go together just like chips and a drank

We just like Tua and the cheetah when they running a play

No need for one without the other just like pilot and plane

Swear if them partment walls could talk they write a best selling novel

It a be a memoir of Ralph Lauren swishers and condoms

I say now days they call it toxic I say I love all my bitches but don't nobody I say nobody

Ride that dick like Brittney

Nobody

Loving you is bad for my soul

Everytime I pick up my phone

It's like trouble rides right along with you

And I don't know why but I

Can't stop fuckin on you

Loving you is bad for my soul

Everytime I pick up my phone

It's like trouble rides right along with you

And I don't know why but I

Can't stop fuckin on you

I was gassing the ass of the passion classic caprice

Accompanied by a fashion lil sassy in my passenger seat

She lit the blunt of gas puff it and ash it and pass it to me

Doin the dash just movin fast as I'm mashin it up the street

Her illusion tactics of cappin do make it hard to compete

Scarred from all of the brawls and she left her heart in the streets

Her baby daddy doin two bids left lil shawty wit two kids

And all she want from me is some dick weed and a new wig

Probably wet sloppy seconds drop her off on lafeyette

I think I like her most cuz she end my nights wit proper sex

Contradicting my wants but still makin my needs irrelevant the brain good but the bitch fake that's artificial intelligence

Hella wrong even tho we been doin this hella long

Can't speak in peace tho I can tell it's wet through the telephone

The weed just came in a chilled bottle of henn exit 71 room 212 at the Ramada inn

Yeah

Loving you is bad for my soul

Everytime I pick up my phone

It's like trouble rides right along with you

And I don't know why but I

Can't stop fuckin on you

Loving you is bad for my soul

Everytime I pick up my phone

It's like trouble rides right along with you

And I don't know why but I

Can't stop fuckin on you