alone he's at my house you had your time pretend now its mine tell em girl just get off the phone he's at my house hey he's at my house {Verse 2}
drinkin, his breath still stinkin He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin But I can't diss him he's my elder He been livin here longer what that tell ya
Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush Now my bitch dancer
in the moonlight At the sound of a scream from below. He thinks he is a warrior So he picks op his sword and goes. From the mouth of the monster He
cause he was piping hot Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe At that type of shit he's a pro So Jack and Jill
s get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I
my jam Now she's on the lam, she made it out wit' two hundred grand What a scam! While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden Legs
sure Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around
You must feel well-rested From all the sleepin in on the fact That yo' lady's in-vested... Into the mind games boarded at - myself But wealth's not the reason It's my
not today Don't let him waste your time girl He's only telling lies girl And when he apologizes (and he will) Don't be believing that man Cause he gon
: Well... Now he?s staring at me like As if he was starin in a mirror She yells honey let me explain He says you don?t have to go no further I can clearly
Aahhh Cindy C, (What's it gonna be?) will u play with me? (What's it gonna be?) (Cindy C, play with me) (I will pay with usual fee) Aahhh Cindy C, (What's
s hot, outside he wears it anyway! He's gone when I'm awake but he shows up when I'm asleep I can't believe that there's a nightmare - on my street! [
my way My bitch is tripping, I need a place to stay" she's talking to me like I got no brain Cause of that sisqo, or cuz I'm insane Brotha Lynch's been
re kickin' drama, but then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up But it's my J
t hit me back, something is funny So I called her mother's house and asked her, had she seen my baby (whoa, ah) Drove my 6 around lookin' for that missin' lady
