Yeah, yeah, this one's for my
Brooklyn playboys
This one's for my
L .A. playboys
This one's for my
Chi -Town playboys
A -T -L, down south,
N -C -S -T, real league
C'mon, just play with me
When it come to hoes,
we don't love not one
Fuckin' a friend, ain't no option
When it's a monster,
when it's just like
Stockton
When we fuck, I gotta have two, not one
She know, a freaky nigga like me
Get it wet, then I'm out like strike three
No doubt, make a girlfriend, eat her out
After we fuck, then I exit, do the route
Believe me, we don't love them hoes
Break out, after we dug them holes
You wanna stay, bitch?
What you talkin' about?
Put your shoes on, start walkin' out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what you talkin' about?
Put your shoes on, start walkin',
none of you hittin'
Got me lickin' the hole
before I'm stickin' a hole
I put my face in a place that it's don't see,
love drug, baby
I'm about the
O .D., cocaine, pussy,
one stroke be your whole key
You're feminine, love when heaven in,
I'll do anything or it's the
S &N
Keep you satisfied, fat, certified,
come and take a ride
I'll be your great adventure,
tell your friends I've been chill
Sent ya, must've been
God, my bedroom angel
Don't you dare try to tell
you a good girl
Don't cry, take that pain that I did for a
bag
Cause I dig like a broke mattress,
you had
me sprung out
But ain't nothing changed,
you gots to get
out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch I don't love you
Get out, what you talking about?
Put your shoes on, start walking
Tell all my niggas that
know what I mean
When you fuck a bitch good,
she don't wanna leave
I go through this all the time
Bitch act like she don't see the exit sign
Start crying, how much she love shine
That's the same thing she told my man
Brian
What the fuck, she think I'm stupid
Don't know my pen blood
is deeply rooted
Inherited, that be my heritage
Got out of river, fuck a lotta bitch fetish shit
So when we fuck and it's over
Throw your pocketbook on your shoulder
Put your shoes on and hit the road
I think the last name
Royce, bitch,
Royce
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what you talkin' bout?
Put your shoes on, start walkin' out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what you talkin' bout?
Put your shoes on,
start walkin' out
Baby