*shrug*
You know, there ain't nothing wrong with what's goin' on -
as long as you ain't mad when she don't come home.
'Cause baby ain't frontin', and that's how it is
ya gotta get used to sharin' yo' beeitch.
If you had another girl, you know she wouldn't care,
but you ain't tryina be no ice cold player.
Sayin' stupid chit like "take my car..."
she hit the next nicca house and go make him hard
fucc him real good, 'cause she's gotta have it
Men can't resist her, 'cause she's a bad bytch.
Ya fell in love with her - you're not the first
face in her thighs, can't stop the thirst.
It could be worse, you could get back with your first -
but her puccy so dead you can ride it in a hearse
only missionary style, you can't get wild,
but she's the kinda woman that can have your child...
...but there ain't no turnin' around, you're posted like a lamp
nicca fucced around and fell in love with a tramp.
Face light up like a bulb everytime you see her,
clothes comin' off and you can't wait to eat her
It's so good, you wanna stay with the freak.
If you could, you'd fucc her every day of the week.
I know you love her, but she can't stay naked
gotta keep this kinda chit in the right perspective...