dennis roadman
nuclear war in my bag
and they say dont let rappers raise your sons
Uhh, you stayin' with that bytch, layin' with that bytch
fukkin' all your paper off, playin' with that bytch
At first, all you want to do was fukk with the bytch
Years passed by, now you stuck with that bytch
Ya fighting mo' and mo' now you fed up with the bytch
But you knew that was a ho when you hooked up with the bytch
But you trusted the bytch, cause you lust for the bytch
Ya suck on the p*ssy and bust nuts in the bytch
Now she around this motherfukka pregnant and shyt
But a child to a bytch, is seen as nothin' but a lic
The next thing you know the bytch gotcha in court
Tryin' to getcha paper, calling it "child support"
Takin' half of yo' shyt, talkin' bout a divorce
If you don't know the game, then here's a crash course
They say "You live with the bytch, so ya common law married
And the bytch done got accustomed to the paper she been having"
And just when you thought that p*ssy was specially for you
You put all your trust in the bytch and guess what she do?
Round two in the mornin' that ho's gone
Then she come with some different clothes on
I guess the bytch is so fine, that you pay it no mind
You asked her where she been, she said "with one of her friends" that ho lying
Her p*ssy is a gold mine, well that how she feels
And she can get a few thangs in exchange for cheap thrills
The price of p*ssy is turning some women to whores
And just because they give you some p*ssy, it ain't yours
So I don't trip on it, but I'll stab if I can
Then wipe off my weapon, and turn into the traveling man
See like I fukked Ruby Tuesday, but Friday I'd had to slap that ho
The bytch got knocked up by Rosco, and said I'm the poppa though
In this game they got a name for a chick, who's gettin' rich for lickin' nuts and dikk
Ain't that a bytch?