Тональность: G# minor•
Verse 1
Ladies y'all know how that sayin' goes
'Be careful what you ask for in life
'Cuz you just might get
it'
Dependin' on what you ask for
What you get you might not
be able to get out of it
You heard? Uhh
Verse 2
G#m
Niggas might take advantage
if you let 'em
(Uhh)
Play your cards right and if you fuck
'em in the same night
Make sure that he don't snitch,
must be up to sumpin'
Or be lyin' on his dick, shit
Verse 3
G#m
You know how niggas flip
from gettin' pussy
The head, 'til you spent yo bread
and blew his dick
Especially if he trip, shit
Don't complain, bitch,
do your thang and cop that range
(Uhh)
Verse 4
G#m
When he hit you with that game
You be like, 'A'ight, dude,
whatever'
And sleep on it, put like a week on it
Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it
Verse 5
G#m
Do you, like, yeah, faggot, screw you
What the fuck am I to do now?
Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch,
dude
A#aug
G#m
I'm that same bitch
(Uh huh)
Verse 6
G#m
Don't you know? Never
cross no ho
Especially if she was wifee and she
know where that stands go
Fuck you wildin' fo'?
Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is he fuckin'
with the deuce kid
(Uhh)
Verse 7
G#m
He don't know that I stick a move
Get him right for that Chyna White
Nothing to lose,
and I see right through him
Yeah, we fuckin' tonight
Verse 8
what he talkkin' and I'm truckin' tonight
And if he sweet with them big ones,
I'm lucky tonight
And if he packin' like he yappin',
I'm doin' him right
Verse 9
G#m
Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, when
your man ain't
fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in
the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight
Verse 10
G#m
Yo, when your man ain't
fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the
A#aug
hood in that Chyna White
G#m
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight
Verse 11
they'll play you closely
(Uh, huh)
Especially if you fuckin' 'em,
anything could crushin' 'em
Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em,
impressed like that
Bomb head, every night,
is the sex like that? Uh huh
Yeah, you ain't know,
I was stress like that
Over do, not this once,
Verse 12
he don't handle like that
G#m
Should'a known not to fuck
with no lightweight cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks,
I ain't fuckin' wit that
I'm like, "Dude,
where the fuck is yo big heads at?"
And you know how I get down,
I don't pumps like that
Plus he act funny and he only
fuck with track money
Verse 13
G#m
And I'm, seven
zero platinum- plat money
It's not a game, nigga
And like Sparkle,
be careful what you say, nigga
D
G#m
The kind of cat that makes,
wonder if he was sent to do this
Put it down for you
Verse 14
G#m
First chick he ever cried fo' never had
a chick that raps like this
(Uh, huh)
And impressed for no see 'cuz
we straight like this
(Uh, huh)
And he makes a it very clear baby
mothers don't exist
(Uhh)
They just some Fox haters and condom breakers,
Verse 15
ya heard?
G#m
Yo, when your man ain't
fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in
the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight
Verse 16
G#m
Yo, when your man ain't
fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the
hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight
Verse 17
G#m
A#aug
G#m
C#
Ughh, the
(Uh, huh)
Y'all chicks be fuckin'
with that mistress shit
Babe ro, if not for the dough,
I splits with the quickness
Pleads no fifth, leaves no traces,
ya heard?
Verse 18
G#m
What the fuck is this?
Payback shit?
(Uh, huh)
Is it God striking me for
some way back shit?
I'm like, "Damn,
was the bitch really foul like this?"
(Uh, huh)
And my lobe be just to think,
I should slash my wrist
Verse 19
from me thinkin' I should total my six
Or should straight spazz out,
fuck his man and split
(Uh, huh)
Took the code straight to his safe
and just empty his bricks
On the low but I know that he
love when I flip
(Uhh)
Verse 20
G#m
Ya betta know how to throw
the smash game
Shit, I got to bring bitch
and his last name
(Uhh)
Any bitch could do a nigga whole big
Any bitch could lock up and have a kid
Verse 21
G#m
Any chick could fuck a nigga despite
But the nigga got to love you if
he make you his wife
Ughh, ya chicks is lonely,
I'm ownin' that dick
And on top of all this bullshit,
I'm still his chick
Verse 22
G#m
Yo, when your man ain't
fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in
the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight
Verse 23
G#m
Yo, when your man ain't
fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the
hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
Outro 1
'Cuz he just ain't tight
G#m
G#m
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