Don't Make Sense (feat. Natty Roberson)

She wanna be in a magazine

Livin' life through a flat screen

Introduce her to find a thing

Say she a African queen

Ain't you the same chick that was in the club

Ain't you the same bitch all my **** fucked

Tryna play innocent, Hoe just give it up

Cause it don't make sense

Lord, it don't make sense

Ain't you the same chicken head

That was in the bathroom stall givin' head

But you wanna get a lil' piece of natty bread

And you ain't even let me hit the bed

First of all, you got me fucked up

Worst of all, my trust fucked up

Shit, I don't love these hoes

I can't spare these hoes

Starkesha No

I Ric Flair these hoes

Put them in a Figure-Four

WWE, one, two, three

Put the bitch to sleep

Made her tap out

Then I backed out her driveway

Doing 90 on the highway

Thinkin' about last Friday

What I did to my other bitch

Another bitch, these hoes ain't shit

Goodness gracious

I know the pussy need a vacation

It's been on my plantation

Workin' hard, slavin

She been spent so much

You know I ain't savin, damn

She wanna be in a magazine

Livin' life through a flat screen

Introduce her to find a thing

Say she a African queen

Ain't you the same chick that was in the club

Ain't you the same bitch all my **** fucked

Tryna play innocent, Hoe just give it up

Cause it don't make sense

Lord, it don't make sense

Now, why you wanna play me

Instead of paying you, you might as well pay me

Cause I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, baby

I'll break a hoe so don't tempt, baby

Trying to be so classy

Low-key, you nasty

Plus, your pussy lips ashy

Goddamn, what a tragic

Suckin' dick for a outfit

Goddamn, you's a crumb, bitch

Seen you beggin' on the boulevard

Pulled up, how much you charge

Threw a nickel out the window

I ain't payin' a dime for a bum hoe

You ain't loyal, & you showed that

Your fit fly, but you stole that

Tell the truth, you ain't shit

Slit your wrist, you won't be missed

In your casket, watch me piss

On your grave, watch me shit

I probably should apologize for some of this

But you make me sick

Damn, I can't stomach this

She wanna be in a magazine

Livin' life through a flat screen

Introduce her to find a thing

Say she a African queen

Ain't you the same chick that was in the club

Ain't you the same bitch all my **** fucked

Tryna play innocent, Hoe just give it up

Cause it don't make sense

Lord, it don't make sense