Any chick could fuck a nigga despite
(Uhh)
He don't know that I stick a move
Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that
Shit, I got to bring bitch and his last name
And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
'Cuz he just ain't tight
(Uhh)
(Uhh)
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't tight
(Uh, huh)
Or be lyin' on his dick, shit
The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do this
'Cuz he just ain't tight
They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?
Pleads no fifth, leaves no traces, ya heard?
'Cuz he just ain't right
When he hit you with that game
You know how niggas flip from gettin' pussy
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the truth is he fuckin' with the deuce kid
Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the same night
On the low but I know that he love when I flip
Make sure that he don't snitch, must be up to sumpin'
I'm like, "Damn, was the bitch really foul like this?"
In the Duque, what he talkkin' and I'm truckin' tonight
And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money
Bomb head, every night, is the sex like that? Uh huh
Y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
Yeah, you ain't know, I was stress like that
Put it down for you
And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm lucky tonight
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
Don't you know? Never cross no ho
(Uh, huh)
It's not a game, nigga
'Cuz he just ain't tight
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
Plus he act funny and he only fuck with track money
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
(Uh, huh)
Ughh, the situation is
'Cuz he just ain't right
I'm like, "Dude, where the fuck is yo big heads at?"
And impressed for no see 'cuz we straight like this
Don't complain, bitch, do your thang and cop that range
(Uhh)
Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness
Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em
And sleep on it, put like a week on it
(Uh huh)
The head, 'til you spent yo bread and blew his dick
And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six
(Uh, huh)
'Cuz he just ain't right
Get him right for that Chyna White
(Uhh)
You be like, 'A'ight, dude, whatever'
And he makes a it very clear baby mothers don't exist
(Uh, huh)
Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his bricks
'Be careful what you ask for in life
(Uh, huh)
Should'a known not to fuck with no lightweight cats
And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my wrist
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't right
Yeah, we fuckin' tonight
What the fuck am I to do now?
'Cuz you just might get it'
You heard? Uhh
Do you, like, yeah, faggot, screw you
Uhh, mostly, they'll play you closely
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
Yo, yo, yo, yo
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
(Uhh)
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
Especially if you fuckin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em
Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch, dude
But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
I'm that same bitch
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick
Over do, not this once, he don't handle like that
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
Nothing to lose, and I see right through him
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
Dependin' on what you ask for
Any bitch could lock up and have a kid
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
Especially if he trip, shit
What you get you might not be able to get out of it
'Cuz he just ain't right
Ya betta know how to throw the smash game
Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that
Is it God striking me for some way back shit?
What the fuck is this? Payback shit?
And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still his chick
(Uh, huh)
Any bitch could do a nigga whole big
'Cuz he just ain't tight
'Cuz he just ain't right
And like Sparkle, be careful what you say, nigga
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
Especially if she was wifee and she know where that stands go
First chick he ever cried fo' never had a chick that raps like this
We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em"
And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right
Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
