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Yeah, yeah Look, I know you got something on your mind Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah I could be your nigga on the side Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah I got what you want, I got what you need Hennessy and weed Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah I know I'm a dog, but she love it all Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah Ayy, look Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in Swear lil' mama was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend Monogamy or ménage à trois, the mental plight of the black man You know you thought the one that you had bagged was bad 'Til you fuck around and meet the bad friend (You ain't shit, nigga) Yeah, what else is new? Ain't in the mood for no lectures, boo Though the weed and Henny got me extra loose I'm still on point like a decimal So she was skeptical of all that shit talking I smashed twice, now she quit talking She ain't used to getting good dick SongtexteOften had to chokeslam her like the wrestler move (I think I love him, girl) Yeah, well think again I hope you pray, you got some decent friends Well besides the ones that I done hit already They tryna freak again, they tryna freak again I got her sleeping in, skipping classes Bending over backwards, rolling up the Backwoods Cigarello ashes on the fucking mattress Once I bless a bitch, she'll never sneeze again like Nigga you got me fucked up I can't believe you got me out here stuck on stupid You out here fucking on these raggedy-ass hoes Slanging dick to bitches who ain't even a third of me Nigga, you a fucking joke I can't believe I wasted all this time on your stupid ass I cut off all my hoes for a nigga that ain't shit Look, I know you got something on your mind Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah I could be your nigga on the side Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah I got what you want, I got what you need Hennessy and weed Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah I know I'm a dog, but she love it all Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah Ayy, look Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in Swear lil' mama was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend Monogamy or ménage à trois, the mental plight of the black man Got me stressed, dealing with all this bad karma on the backend, on the backend How you feel though? All my old hoes can get the boot like a steel-toe You ain't truly living 'less you found a woman you would kill for, for real though Staring at this Henny got me reminiscing And pussy popping got me so conflicted Now she ask me why I'm acting so suspicious 'Cause I've been out here fucking other niggas' bitches Need to pack a bag, the way a nigga tripping, aw shit All I need is these money trees and this life of sin, and that's it I swear to God, but when you got it all, it's kind of hard to miss But watchin' 'em leave gon' be hard as shit When you realizing that it's too late and you call her up and she called it quits *Dial tone* Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system Blair Hicks is not available, at the tone please record your message When you're finished recording, you may hang up, or press 1 for more options Look, I know you got something on your mind Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah I could be your nigga on the side Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah I got what you want, I got what you need Hennessy and weed Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah I know I'm a dog, but she love it all Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania