Boy, stop playin'
You ain't even ready for a bitch like me
(You know I got a man at home)
But you talkin' all that big dog shit
So we gon' see what you talkin' 'bout
Yeah, I got a man, but niggas ain't shit
Right now I'm down to cheat, I need some new dick
F*ckin' with these hoes, used to make a bitch sick
Now call my side nigga for a quickie in the whip
He gon' get a bitch right every single time
He got a big dick, plus his ass hella fine
But I don't love the nigga, 'cause I know he ain't mines
I've been thinkin' 'bout heavy, he been all on my mind
Might fall in love with me, I ain't gon' fall in love with you
Ask any nigga they gon' tell you that I'm "Boo"
I just keep it real, man, I gotta tell the truth
Whole time that's my woo-wop, that's my lil' boo
You know I got a man at home (man at home)
Playin' on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong (boy, you know you dead wrong)
I shoulda never f*ck them good (f*ck them good)
Got him chunkin' up my hood (got him chunkin' up my hood)
Boy, what's wrong with you?
You trippin
I just wanna be alone with you
That's pimpin
And he know I got a man, but he don't give a f*ck
That's why I f*ck with him
We just kick it
I said what you wanna do? We gotta keep it cool
'Cause my baby dad'l pop you
And nigga, I don't like groupies
If you tell people we f*ckin', I'ma say it ain't true (it ain't true)
First off, I'ma player, gotta keep the shit real
I ain't lookin' for relationships, I ain't got time to chill
I'ma only call your phone when my nigga f*ck up
F*ckin' with a gangsta bitch, I'll leave a nigga stuck
I put the pussy on him, now he can't leave me alone
Trippin' 'bout my baby daddy, boy, you dead wrong
Three o'clock in the mornin', playin' on a bitch phone
I told you what it was from the jump, boy, I'm grown
Slut him out, make him eat my coochie, then I'm gone
Play your part 'cause whole time your bitch live at home
But that's my favorite ho, so I'm a still take that bone
He the one that make me wanna sing this song
You know I got a man at home (man at home)
Playin' on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong (boy, you know you dead wrong)
I shoulda never f*ck them good (f*ck them good)
Got him chunkin' up my hood (got him chunkin' up my hood)
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Boy, stop playin'
You ain't even ready for a bitch like me
(You know I got a man at home)
But you talkin' all that big dog shit
So we gon' see what you talkin' 'bout
Yeah, I got a man, but niggas ain't shit
Right now I'm down to cheat, I need some new dick
F*ckin' with these hoes, used to make a bitch sick
Now call my side nigga for a quickie in the whip
He gon' get a bitch right every single time
He got a big dick, plus his ass hella fine
But I don't love the nigga, 'cause I know he ain't mines
I've been thinkin' 'bout heavy, he been all on my mind
Might fall in love with me, I ain't gon' fall in love with you
Ask any nigga they gon' tell you that I'm "Boo"
I just keep it real, man, I gotta tell the truth
Whole time that's my woo-wop, that's my lil' boo
You know I got a man at home (man at home)
Playin' on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong (boy, you know you dead wrong)
I shoulda never f*ck them good (f*ck them good)
Got him chunkin' up my hood (got him chunkin' up my hood)
Boy, what's wrong with you?
You trippin
I just wanna be alone with you
That's pimpin
And he know I got a man, but he don't give a f*ck
That's why I f*ck with him
We just kick it
I said what you wanna do? We gotta keep it cool
'Cause my baby dad'l pop you
And nigga, I don't like groupies
If you tell people we f*ckin', I'ma say it ain't true (it ain't true)
First off, I'ma player, gotta keep the shit real
I ain't lookin' for relationships, I ain't got time to chill
I'ma only call your phone when my nigga f*ck up
F*ckin' with a gangsta bitch, I'll leave a nigga stuck
I put the pussy on him, now he can't leave me alone
Trippin' 'bout my baby daddy, boy, you dead wrong
Three o'clock in the mornin', playin' on a bitch phone
I told you what it was from the jump, boy, I'm grown
Slut him out, make him eat my coochie, then I'm gone
Play your part 'cause whole time your bitch live at home
But that's my favorite ho, so I'm a still take that bone
He the one that make me wanna sing this song
You know I got a man at home (man at home)
Playin' on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong (boy, you know you dead wrong)
I shoulda never f*ck them good (f*ck them good)
Got him chunkin' up my hood (got him chunkin' up my hood)
You ain't even ready for a bitch like me
(You know I got a man at home)
But you talkin' all that big dog shit
So we gon' see what you talkin' 'bout
Yeah, I got a man, but niggas ain't shit
Right now I'm down to cheat, I need some new dick
F*ckin' with these hoes, used to make a bitch sick
Now call my side nigga for a quickie in the whip
He gon' get a bitch right every single time
He got a big dick, plus his ass hella fine
But I don't love the nigga, 'cause I know he ain't mines
I've been thinkin' 'bout heavy, he been all on my mind
Might fall in love with me, I ain't gon' fall in love with you
Ask any nigga they gon' tell you that I'm "Boo"
I just keep it real, man, I gotta tell the truth
Whole time that's my woo-wop, that's my lil' boo
You know I got a man at home (man at home)
Playin' on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong (boy, you know you dead wrong)
I shoulda never f*ck them good (f*ck them good)
Got him chunkin' up my hood (got him chunkin' up my hood)
Boy, what's wrong with you?
You trippin
I just wanna be alone with you
That's pimpin
And he know I got a man, but he don't give a f*ck
That's why I f*ck with him
We just kick it
I said what you wanna do? We gotta keep it cool
'Cause my baby dad'l pop you
And nigga, I don't like groupies
If you tell people we f*ckin', I'ma say it ain't true (it ain't true)
First off, I'ma player, gotta keep the shit real
I ain't lookin' for relationships, I ain't got time to chill
I'ma only call your phone when my nigga f*ck up
F*ckin' with a gangsta bitch, I'll leave a nigga stuck
I put the pussy on him, now he can't leave me alone
Trippin' 'bout my baby daddy, boy, you dead wrong
Three o'clock in the mornin', playin' on a bitch phone
I told you what it was from the jump, boy, I'm grown
Slut him out, make him eat my coochie, then I'm gone
Play your part 'cause whole time your bitch live at home
But that's my favorite ho, so I'm a still take that bone
He the one that make me wanna sing this song
You know I got a man at home (man at home)
Playin' on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong (boy, you know you dead wrong)
I shoulda never f*ck them good (f*ck them good)
Got him chunkin' up my hood (got him chunkin' up my hood)
Writer: Janae Wherry
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.