On The Real
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a
Bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue
Because you treat me like shit
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it
I paid for that crib and
Never stepped foot in
And now somebody else is
Eating all the pudding
Things change, now my dashboard wooden
All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades, cause I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone
Baby all your childish attempts to make
Me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have
Because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant
With five Brazilians
There were times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
And motherfuckers can't see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV
I make the shit look easy
Who would've thought I hit you right back?
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a
Bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue
So many women wanna call me baby
And you wonder why the fuck that
I ain't call you lately
Some would say that I'm the
Symbol for sex and uh others would hate
But I don't give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the
Crib with the chef and uh, that's me
And you could order whatever
The specialty is white snake
And underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere
Where the sun is next
And I understand that's only
Cause I'm popular
I'm getting topped off in the
Front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly rings i gotta go
You'll never know how good it feels
To lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous
Just like a horse is
I know the thought of me succeeding
Makes a lot of people nauseous
Still I'm on the back of the
Boat taking pictures with the swordfish
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a
Bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue
I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like
Raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy
In your early 20's
I hope there's always snow in your driveway
I hope you never get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's
That's always busy on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery
And lose your ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop
All up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
And your headphones short
And your charger don't work
And you spill shit on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt
And I can smile in your face cut my losses
How Delilah changed my locks to a fade
I hope you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit for
A reason, I hope you happy, igh
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a
Bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue
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