Aug 25th.
Yeah, wash this Perc' down with the Ace of Spades
This a fire ass beat
Kinda feel like I'm wastin' it on this bitch, hmm
You know I was gon' be somethin' but you ain't never tell me
And that's the reason you ain't let me know I got you present
'Cause you know if you would've told me, I would make you daddy
You knew that I was gon' make it, but you ain't never tell me
All this time I thought, ol' boy, was yo' baby daddy
I was thuggin' hard, but the hood knew I was gon' make it rappin'
I wanna buy you Birkin, but I'm scared that you gon' sell it
I was expectin' a letter, but you ain't never mail it
You said you sent me some pictures, but I ain't never get it
And I know when you hear my songs, you think I'm bein' petty
But what's the pressure 'bout lil' one, what I did to ya?
What I owe ya? Call my phone, and I'ma give it to ya
No matter who I put it in, that's still a nigga jit
I still remember yo' birthday, August 25th
This year I'ma take you somewhere special, you gon' get a gift
And yeen got worry 'bout me no more, callin' you a bitch
And yeen got worry 'bout me no more, cussin' you out
But you want diamonds and shit, but I'm floodin' you out
But take a nigga off child support
'Cause I already be goin' to court, damn
I knew it was for the money when she went and grabbed a Porsche
I hope you bought my son a BB-Gun
I really thought I wouldn't be nothin'
Shawty plottin' on me for this whole time
I ain't even get to rub your belly once
You kept the baby from me for the whole nine
Sometimes, I sit back, and wonder is we gon' be forever
I think me sextin' your people dem ain't make it no better
We used to skip school together, we we're just thirteen
Just makin' all this sense to me, you got my first seed
I used to walk from the projects, way to the circle park
You told your first love, "It's over", and gave me your heart
I missed the way you locked that dick in every time I slip it
I know you a waitin' for me to step and put you in position
On Daranesha couch late night hunchin' and kissin'
You don't even know what you wanna do, so how you own the business?
I told you put it on paper, let's make a proposition
You don't even know what you wanna do, but you run the business
You be actin' like you wanna pop out, and get famous
On the low, I hope you know you're still my ol' lady
If I could I would, keep you in the crib
I wanna have us a threesome, you and K Slim
And another one, and another one
Matter fact, bitch, fuck you