Talkin' Bout You
I like the way this feel bitch for real
Bitch I'm talkin' bout you
You know that bitch a ho
Tap her on the shoulder
Let her know, know what I mean
Keep it real with a bitch, know what I mean?
I always knew you was a greazy bitch
Tried to warn my homie but
He didn't believe me bitch
Its a shame how you had
Dude trickin his chips
Less than a week later you was on my dick
Got his nose wide open
Not to mention his wallet
Every chance he got he was
Comin out of pocket you trippin my nigga
How you gon let this bitch hustle you
Wonder why this grown-ass man was so gullible
So stupid
She fuck with any nigga on the team
Bitch got a thing for
Diamond rings and ding-a-lings
On the floor, shopping sprees and fur coats
You pumped her head up now
She think she the most
I just beat the pussy up and get ghost
And I never spend a penny
Bitches supply me with hydro and Henny
I'm just speakin on the thangs you do
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the thangs you do
Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
Not my lady, not my baby
And you ain't my boo
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the rats that you roll with
Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
And if I wanted I could fuck them too
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you
So can you taste it ho it ain't no game
You gon make a nigga say yo name
Bitch I'm talkin to you
So can you taste it ho it ain't no game
You gon make a nigga say yo name
Bitch I'm talkin bout
Keisha, Leisha, April and Alicia
Nothing but them dog-ass hoes
And straight skeezers
Type of bitch to come to your
Spot and smoke up your reefer
Then wanna give you brain
Bitch drop some change
On this mothafuckin doity you puffin on
Put up on my reefer sack or
Leave it the fuck alone
You hoes want Patron shots and Grey Goose
Thinking a nigga gon supply your
Liquor just cause you cute
Well goddamn, I am, appalled at y'all frauds
I ain't in it for the drawers
You all on my balls
Don't answer y'all calls
And you wonder why you can't get through
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the thangs you do
Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
Not my lady, not my baby
And you ain't my boo
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the rats that you roll with
Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
And if I wanted I could fuck them too
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you
You bitch nigga, you trick niggas
She playing with your dick and
You payin her rent nigga
I specialize in this pimpin
And breakin these hoes
Charge it all to a bitch
Nigga that's how it goes but who knows
I might bump into two hoes
That's bout that action
Met em in the lobby
I'm probably gon be smashin
If I can get em to the suite
I'd rather hit the streets
So pat your feet to the street bitch
Mash for rations
I was in the cranberry Chevy with Rosemary
Nymphomaniac from Gary who strip
At the Black Cherry
But her momma think she work
As a medical secretary in the day but in the
Evenin she doin what's necessary
Just to stay up in them Gucci boots
Suck a dick in the coupe
They say I'm hard on these heifers
I just tell the truth
Cause I'm just speaking on
The thangs they do
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the thangs you do
Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
Not my lady, not my baby
And you ain't my boo
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the rats that you roll with
Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
And if I wanted I could fuck them too
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you
And you, and you, and you, and you
I see you girl (bitch) i see you girl (haha)
I'm off them ragged-ass hoes man