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"Hello, I'm not at home, leave a message"
"Yo, bitch, this is [Incomprehensible] pick up the phone, bitch
I know you're in there, you fuckin' with that old fuckin' ass
'Face now, huh bitch, where my motherfuckin' kids at, bitch
Fuckin' bitch, punk ass bitch!"
Hey, today must be my lucky day
I turned the corner, hit the block
And seen that ass from a mile away
Now where's she stayin'? She must be new in the hood
But I ain't trippin' on that shit, 'cause it's all good
I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name
Ain't a damn thing changed, ain't no shame in my game
She said, " Used to go Thomas"
I slowed my roll, 'cause she just might be
One of my homies' babies mamas
Now where your man at, she said, "Gone at work"
Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinkin', "Go on and flirt"
My homies women ain't no thing to me
'Cause if they caught one of my ho's, they'd do the same to me
And furthermore she was peepin' my ride
Convertible, 64, with the ride inside
Super clean with the discs and vogues
Higher than a fuck spittin' this to hoes
Please excuse my attitude
Sorry if I'm bein' rude
But I've got somethin' to say to you
Hopin' you won't lose your cool
I wanna sneak you out to play with me
You can spend the day with me
And we can ride and see the sights
It's goin' down tonight
Reminiscin' on the bitch that I had back in the day
Gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face
Now thats the pits, she didn't have to put up a front
I stuck that ass back in there and haven't called her for 3 months
I guess it's in me to be doggin' a chic
Can't understand how you niggas just be hoggin' your bitch
Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master
Let her take a ride with the Bradster
It cool, don't front, no sex, no sweat
Not even on my mind, we just met
And furthermore, we can get to those
But for now I'm rollin' 'Raris spittin' this to hoes
Please excuse my attitude
Sorry if I'm bein' rude
But I've got somethin' to say to you
Hopin' you wont lose your cool
I wanna sneak you out to play with me
You can spend the day with me
And we can ride and see the sights
It's goin' down tonight
Now I'm cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped
Parked my Ferrari, now I'm back in the coup
I knocked her boots, your baby's mama put me to work
I tagged that ass from the back and knocked her shit in the dirt
She wanted me badly so I put it inside
She got the front, back and side to side
Back and forth with the gangster glide
Started off at 6 and didn't finish till 9
Hit the showers like I been out playin' ball for the day
Now she's asleep, 'cause she just had her drawers full of dick
Now thats sick and plus she got you stayin' at home
With the kids all alone while she's gettin' her fuck on
So believe me when you downin' the Brad
I'm at the pad with your baby mama clownin' that ass
So player hatin' niggas check the bitch you chose
I'll be mobbin' in my 'Benz spittin' this to ho's
Please excuse my attitude
Sorry if I'm bein' rude
But I've got somethin' to say to you
Hopin' you wont lose your cool
I wanna sneak you out to play with me
You can spend the day with me
And we can ride and see the sights
It's goin' down tonight