Ladies 2000 Songtext
Uhh, my ladies, my ladies, uhhHOOK: Who made me burn all of my numbers to bitches, you doWho made me turn in early leave on my niggas, you doWho do all the cooking at night in the kitchen, you do Whoever say pussy don't talk to me, who doI love these hoes, yeah I love these hoesThey make me do the things that I don't want toYou know let's go[Verse 1]I need a chick that when the drain clog, call me for plumbinCall my name when she cummin, feel my tip, touch tummiesSplit dutch, dump twentiesPat my back when I chokeDon't ask for no totes til I say "Oh you smoke?"I need a chick that gon drag for DragI mean she aint gotta be smart in mathAnd see my stacks down the aveI went from jumpin cabs, to rottin with my niggasAnd hooprags, to the Jags, no top, all glassAnd y'all chicks with long hair, take a seat right hereSo I can blow this wind through it and let my niggas seeIt's all herePay for no hotels, I'm nuttin in the same chairFront or the rear or while I'm clutchin the gearsI leave a chick sprung, I stop fuckin wit herShe act like it aint nuttin to her it aint nuttin to meLong as I don't leave a nut in herUsed to be rebellin til she heard on Hot 97Point uno but I still fuck wit you...HOOK[Verse 2]I spent alotta money on this mattressSo I can't stand a chick that give me wack sexI just tell em they better go home and practiceCuz if you frontin well you one hell of an actressTackle it, c'mon jump on it, throw your back in itLet me know it's deep enough for me to stash cracks in itAnd be realer she can beep when she come near meKeep the gun by me, don't let bullshit run by meAnd to my mamis, I speaks "Ven aqui" they come runnin likeRight now I don't care if they in they car they runnin lightsIntellectual type, more freaky than a hundred dikesArmin her dogs but she got me like I don't wanna biteI don't feel like goin to the studio I don't wanna writeDon't wanna fight, don't wanna fuck nobody else wifeNo frontin boo for real all I really want is youBut you make me do things that I don't wanna doHOOK[Verse 3]Look at shorty with them things on, makin me feel like King KongThat's why I keep a monkey on my arm when I'm playin Donkey KongPetiteness, I love Victoria, but aint no secretIt don't take a man that's strong to move over them thongsBetter yet, I'll even put it on, let me take care of thisWhen I'm eatin chick, I eatin like wear thisI love chicks with they braids pushed backThat look like four racetracks, now chase thatCuz everybody wantin mine, taste of her tongue's like Duncan HinesCan't stand another brother humpin mine only we can bump and grindI don't care who was there before I laid thereFor now I play here, and if she want me too I shave thereI'ma be around until there's gray hair, okay dearAnd I'ma get you these books from Barnes and Noble's wait hereThen we can split sharesComputers and street smarts, mine sharp as a dartWhile I'm climbin up the chartsHOOK 1.5X
Harris, Sheldon / Smalls, Mel Jason
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