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Good evening Mr. 4-1 Payroll What up doe? I'm Dr. Maria Gonzales, I'm your psychiatrist for today I understand you have some issues with women I ain't got no issues with these bitches Would you care to talk about why you verbally disrespect women the way you do? Fuck bitches, get money They catch feelings, They get ugly I don't trust a bitch far as I could throw her That's why after I hit I play a role like I don't know her This bitch just a snake so I nick named her cobra (Yep) She wonder why I always hit her with the cold shoulder (Why you do me like that) Cause bitch you beneath me like a coaster I den been in more bitches walls then boy band posters So ain't shit new to me, you a little cool to me But askin' me to be your man you soundin' like a fool to me (BITCH) My last girl wasn't shit, I'll do for a bum before I give that ho a cent (Forreal) See I always been the nigga that these hoes cheated with You prolly with her everyday but I was just her weekend dick Maybe I'll find a real bitch, in this cold world But until then I'm a just call up my home girls HBK, also known as Kid, also known as Heart-Break Kid Yeah that's me, please believe You seem like quite the ladies man Yea lil' bit, hoes love me Did you get your heart broken before? Is that why you dog hoes, not just one, but all hoes? Look lemme tell you... I ain't a player I just crush alot I like to fuck alot, I don't like To keep hoes they fuss alot I don't trust alot, not even once She fucked me because I rap Now I heard she wanna fuck with Roc (That's my nigga) Only a few times I cuffed the twat But I learn from my lessons, these Girls ain't no blessings, only thing They good for is stressin. Play the Broke roll just to test em', you fall They ain't gone catch you Climb to the top, they what you step in' My heart was made for love, now I use It as a weapon. Got played twice then I Finally got the message. Get money Fuck relationships that shit depressin' (Fuck hoes) Now you wonder why I dog hoes These bitches reckless (reckless) Wanna trap me up, tell me not to use protection Allergic to the condoms, wanna be my baby mama Wanna do too much, raise hell and cause drama (drama) First name Brightmo, last name Roc... What up? How are you today? I'm chillen, thuggin, same ole' shit, you know You seem like a nice young man... I am, I'm a gangster and a gentleman In one of your songs you said "Broz over hoes I don't have no heart, Tinman"... Care to explain? I haven't always been this way See I used to have a heart... Gave it to a girl and she tore it apart After that, I pretty much ain't been the same I turned into a savage lemme further explain They say love will get you killed so my heart gotta shield Tryna hit that shit, I ain't got time to chill Let's be real, why be in relationships when everybody cheatin (Real talk) Break up to make up, it's gone keep repeatin' Single life less stressful I don't fuss no mo I play roles and that's all I don't trust no ho (Fuck hoes) You think you winnin' but you really losin' (You losin' bro) When you ain't around, ma nigga, yo bitch choosin (Believe that) Why you playin' girl, you got miles Darius Roc in a relationship, joke Hilarious Don't hog em, just dog em Pass and laugh Every night I'm wasted girl showin my ass I've done my evaluation and I find that you guys are perfectly fine... These hoes ain't shit Fuck em'! Have a good evening!
Writer(s): Markeshwa Pogue, Doughboyz Cashout Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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