Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
Em
[Mr. Man
Boobonic]
"Ayyo, I seen the bitch car
over there, man."
"Who?"
"Let's shoot over there. Ya bitch! She over there with
that nigga, man.
Let's get in the squad and shoot
over there real fast."
"Yo, man, don't shit surprise me at this point,
dog.
These bitches ain't shit,
man."
"I know that's right."
"It always be those freaks though you fall in love with,
man."
"Aw, they be havin' good- ass
pussy that hiiit! That shit be..."
"The only... be crazy, man. Damn!"
"I know, that shit crazy as a
mothafucka"
"Yo, I can't even explain that bitch,
man."
Verse 2
Em
[Boobonic] This bitch feel like
wind from an angel,
spreadin' his wings
I'm gettin' her things in Jacob's,
gettin' her rings
She got me, y'all. False playa fell for a whore
Bm
I know it and she don't say she
one. The bitch show it
Em
How she give me head and
how that slut throw it
Lick me wit' Halls in her
mouth and then she blow it
I know I shouldn't like her,
I know it's fucked up
Bm
Thinkin' like this hood- rat
bitch gets lucked up
Em
'Cause I'm trickin' her, hittin' her,
watch how the dick gettin' her
Do alot a shit wit' her,
never wanna split from her
I'm paranoid 'cause she
had the nerve to ask that
Bm
If I die, could she get half
Em
of my ASCAP
Different girl of the world,
that bitch want galaxies,
Insurance policies so she
can get apologies
When I'm outta here. Bitch,
Bm
get outta here
Em
Not a fear, remember the name and I'm sincere,
bitch
Verse 3
Em
[Boobonic Mr.
Man]
"Hey, look. There go that bicth shit
Bm
right there. Park right there."
"I told ya, man. I seen that shit when
Em
I ride. I rode up and backed
Up."
"That bitch think she the fuck, see,
C
Em
C
I know what I'ma do to her. I don't,
Em
Don't even let her see us. Keep movin',
keep movin'."
"No, we got the ten. Plus the squad,
A
she don't know the squad anyway.
Em
Bm
Em
Ya- knaw- I'm- sayin'? Fuck that bitch,
man."
"I'ma fuck that bitch UP."
"She a FREAK, man!"
"I'm tellin', I'ma gon' fuck her up. Yo,
watch how I do this."
"You got a nice freak with you, man."
Bm
"I'm a, nah, I'm a playa. Watch
how I get her."
C
"See, I ain't in to screamin'
Bm
and shit."
Em
[Mr. Man] All I hear is
Verse 4
Em
'Mister, I'm sorry. C'mon,
let's work it out!'
Nope, you know too many niggas,
we could never share a house
Fuck, you tryin' to get me
robbed? Stash cleaned out?
Bm
Three O' clock in the morning
with a gun in my mouth?
Em
Bitch, your pussy ain't worth it,
head ain't either
Toss me like a salad and
charge up my Visa?
Don't think so
Bm
From me, you see no nail, hair, clothes,
Em
minks nor dough ("That's right.")
7- 4- O and drunk off Ma- mo
And I'm goin' to Cancun and fuck no,
you can't go
And you wanna catch a tan
and fuck my man too
Bm
Sayin', 'I ain't no, Boo,
is that cool wit' you?'
Em
I'm hip to this bitch. It's cool,
I laugh now
While your girlfriends shop,
you sit that ass down
Broke, ain't ya,
and niggas just wanna fuck?
Bm
Yeah, I heard you givin' up head
for less than a buck, what?
Em
Skank
Verse 5
Em
[Boobonic "This
Bitch"]
"Yo! (Door knocks) Yo,
Bm
Em
open the fuckin' door, man."
"Yo, I'm comin'!"
"Stop playin' wit',
open the fuck... bitch!"
Bm
C
"Baby, what's wrong? Don't...
(Glass breaking)"
Em
"Oh, you wanna be a fuckin' whore? Huh? You wanna be a whore,
you dumb- ass
Bitch? Huh?"
"Why you cryin' by me like that? What
are you talkin' about whore?
Bm
Baby, what's wrong wit' you?"
D
Bm
"Get the fuck out. Man, get the fuck out,
Em
man! Get the fuck out now, bitch!"
"Yo, I can't take this shit!
I fuckin' hate you!"
C
"Man, get my shit, man. Oh, you wanna get; bitch,
get the fuck off the phone,
Bitch!"
Em
Bm
"Nah, I fuckin' hate you!
(Phone dialing)"
Verse 6
Em
[Boobonic] Oh, now you wanna
call the cops?
You scared? Well, you should
Say your name and I gotta
Bm
hit high and hit good
Em
Hustle just to buy you shit and take trips
Bm
While you pose ass- naked for niggas and
Em
takin' flicks ("What?")
And I ain't hate you, just
tell me what it is
'Cause I never had a problem
wit' fuckin' your relatives
I fucked up happy homes
but I don't need that
Bm
I can't fuck wit' you no more,
bitch, I leave that
Verse 7
Em
[Mr. Man] Look, bitch,
pack your clothes
and forget the couch
Leave the keys,
Bm
Em
call your mom 'cause I'm kickin' you out
This summer, no C- L- K and halter tops,
Bm
Skirt, knee boots,
hair blowin' in the drop
Em
Uh- uh, you not
See, this shit gon' stop
Shoulda known the first night when
I was hittin' the cop'
Week later,
you dropped right back to Dime Rose and
Bm
I never been indeed out Cancun for posin',
Verse 8
bitch
Bm
Em
[Billy Bathgate]
"Yo, 'Bonic. Yo, Mister. Listen to this
C
Bm
crazy shit that happened to me with
Em
This bitch. Remember that bitch I was tellin' you about? Yeah,
I'm chillin'
Bm
Em
At the label with another nigga that rap
C
and he braggin' about how many
Em
Bitches he got and bring up this bitch name. I'm like,
'Hold up, I know that
Same bitch.' I'm like, 'Nah, no,
I don't.' But we got the same last PIN
Number. Ain't that a bitch?!"
Verse 9
Em
Yo, yo, look
Bm
Em
Our love is like Mary B. and K- Ci
Bm
Em
And I don't wanna do any thing
else but make moms proud
Throw karats at your finger,
trip down the isle
Bm
Forget playin' house, ma,
let's make a child
Em
Now she got me doin' herb shit,
straight doin' nerd shit;
Charles Jordan,
Lois Faton, those type of fur shit
Playas we splurge wit',
my chain wit' ya gang
Bm
Of skank hoes, no bank hoes
It's all the same
Em
I brag about you,
told niggas I'm mad about you
Now I feel like straight whoopin'
that cash up out you
What you doin' in his contact? Bitch,
you can't see?
Bm
What, if it don't work wit' us,
quit? Is he plan B?
Em
It's a small- ass world but
smaller industry
I thought niggas do the pimpin'
but shorty pimpin' me
Well, shit, I ain't let her go
Bm
I guess 'Gate dumb or 'Gate sprung
Em
but I guess what's done is done
Huh
[Boobonic Mr. Man
Verse 10
"This Bitch"]
Em
"I can't even fuckin' take you nowhere,
D
man, you run around fuckin'
A
Everybody, man. 'Fuck is wrong wit' you,
man?"
C#m
"I know, why you doin' this to me?"
Bm
C
"You gotta stop that shit,
man. Straight up, man."
Bm
Em
"I'm so sorry! You know I love you, fool,
please!"
D
"You fuckin' can't do that, man. Straigt up,
Bm
man. You fuckin' it up, man. I'm
Em
C#m
Tryin', I'm tryin' to get this money
Bm
and make it aiiight for me and you,
C
Man, you runnin' around makin' me
look the fuck stupid, man."
"Straight up, dunn."
Bm
"I'll do anything for you! Oh! I
want do it again, I
Em
Promise!"
"You can't do that shit,
D
man. Ain't no rehabilitation for whores, man."
"Fuck nah."
Bm
"You gone, man. I can't
C#m
fuck wit' you, man."
"I swear to heaven, my life, please?!"
C
"No, I can't, man!"
"You changed the game, B."
"I won't do it again!"
Em
"I can't fuck wit' you,
man. You fucked it up, man."
D
"It just happened!"
"Why?"
Em
"Yo, c'mon, dog."
C#m
"Please, give me another
chance!"
Bm
"Aiiight, just hit me later on,
Outro 1
man. Aiiight?"
C
Bm
Em
Bm
D
Bm
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