Side N***a Anthem

Yeah, yeah Look I know you got something on your mind Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah I could be your nigga on the side, Keep it secret, girl I promise Not to tell, not to tell, yeah I got what you want, I got what you need Hennessy and weed Come and holla at a player, At a player, yeah I know I'm a dog but she love it all Come and roll with me, We slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah Ayy, look Hand to God only seem me slip Made bad decisions when that pack hit I swear lil' mama was a gymnast, The way she make her arch and that back bend Monogamy or ménage-à-trois Mental plight of the black male You know you thought the one that you bagged was bad So you fuck around and meet the bad friend (You ain't shit, nigga) Yeah what else is new? Ain't in the mood for no lectures boo All the weed and Henny got me extra loose Still on point like a decimal So she was skeptical With all that shit talking I smashed twice, now she quit talking She ain't used to getting good dick Off the head, I had to choke Slam her like the wrestler move (I think I love him girl) Yeah well thank again And hope you pray you Got some decent friends Well besides the ones that I done Hit already, the tryna freak again, They tryna freak again I got her sleeping there, skipping classes Bending over backwards, Rolling up the backwoods Cigarello ashes on the fucking mattress Once I bless a bitch, she'll never sneeze again like Nigga you got me fucked up I can't believe you got me Out there stuck on stupid You out here fucking on These raggedy-ass hoes, Slanking dick on Bitches that ain't even a third of me Nigga, you a fucking joke I can't believe I wasted all This time on your stupid ass I've cut off all my hoes for Anigga that ain't shit Look, I know you got Something on your mind Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah I could be your nigga on the side, Keep it secret, girl I promise not to tell, Not to tell, yeah I got what you want, I got what you need Hennessy and weed Come and holla at a player, at a player, yeah I know I'm a dog but she love it all Come and roll with me, We slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah Ayy, look Hand to God only seem me slip Made bad decisions when that pack hit I swear lil' mama was a gymnast, The way she make her arch and that back bend Monogamy or ménage à trois Mental plight of the black male Got me stressed dealing with All this bad karma, On the backend, on the backend How you feel though? All my old hoes done get the boot like a steel-toe You ain't truly living, 'less you found A woman you would kill for For real though Staring at this Henny got me reminiscing And pussy popping got me so conflicting Now she ask me why I'm acting so suspicious? 'Cause I've been out here Fucking other niggas bitches Need to pack a bag, the way A nigga tripping, oh shit All I need is these money trees And this life of sinning, that's it I swear to God but when you Got it all it's kinda hard to miss But watching her leave Is gon' be hard as shit When you realizing that it's too late And you call her up and she called it quits Your call has been forwarded to An automated voice messaging system Blair Yates is not available, at the Tone please record a message When you're finished recording, You may hang up, or press 1 for more options Look, I know you got Something on your mind Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah I could be your nigga on the side, Keep it secret, girl I promise not to tell, Not to tell, yeah I got what you want, I got what you need Hennessy and weed Come and holla at a player, At a player, yeah I know I'm a dog but she love it all Come and roll with me, We slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah