Heh, wash this perc down with an ..This a fire ass beatFeel like I’m wasting it on this bi**h, hmYou know I was goin’ be somethin’ but you ain’t never tell meAnd that’s the reason you ain’t let me know I got you presentCause you know if you would’ve told me, I would make you daddyYou knew that I was gon’ make it, but you ain’t never tell meAll this time I thought “Oh boy, was yo’ baby daddy”I was thuggin’ hard, but the hood knew I was goin’ make it rappin’I wanna buy you burkin’, but I’m scared that you goin’ sell itI was inspecting the leather, but you ain’t never met itYou said you sent me somе pictures, but I ain’t never gеt itAnd I know when you hear my songs, you think I’m being pettyBut what’s the pressure ’bout being leather, what I did to ya?What I owe ya, call my phone, and I’ma give it to yaNo matter who I put it in, that’s still a ni**a jitI still remember yo’ birthday, off your 25thThis year I’ma take you somewhere special, you goin’ get a giftAnd yeen’ got worry ’bout me no more, calling you a bi**hAnd yeen’ got worry ’bout me no more, cussing you outBut you want diamonds and sh*t, I’m floodin’ you outBut take a ni**a out child support
Cause I already be goin’ to court, damnI knew it was for money when she grabbed a porscheI hope you bought my son a bb-gunI really thought I went b-9, shorty plottin’ on me for this whole timeI ain’t get to rub your belly onceYou kept the baby from me for the whole nineSometimes, I sit back, and wonder if we’ll be foreverI think me sexting your people won’t make it betterWe used to skip school together, we we’re just thirteenJust making all this cents to me, you got my first cI used to walk from the projects, way to the circle parkYou told your first love is over, and gave me your heartI missed the way you locked that dick in every time I slip itI know you a waitin’ for me to stop and put you in position.. Late night hunchin’ and kissin’You don’t even know what you wanna do, so how you run the business?I told you put it on paper, lets make a propositionYou don’t even know what you wanna do, but you run the businessYou look like you wanna pop out, and get famousOn the low, I hope you know you’re still my ol’ ladyIf I could I would, keep you in the cribI wanna have us a threesome, you and k slimAnd another one, and another oneMatter fact, bi**h, f**k you