Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Darion T. Crawford, Phalon Anton Alexander, Shawn Johnson, Zak Wallace, Cedric Williams, Ciara P. Harris
Ladies and gentlemen
Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's
Here we go
They say, he do a little this
He do a little that, he always in trouble
And I heard, he's nuttin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club
And they say, he think he slick
He's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs
And I heard, he's been locked up
Find somebody else, he ain't nuttin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
And they say, I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week
You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
If they fake we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her, misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes
They're nuttin' but liars hatin'
And I bet they wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my Mercedes
They say, he do a little this
He do a little that, he always in trouble
And I heard, he's nuttin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club
And they say, he think he slick
He's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs
And I heard, he's been locked up
Find somebody else, he ain't nuttin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'
So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin'
Her like missin' is a type of affection you get
You just blind to the facts
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
Yield to the blindness, apply your suspicion
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess?
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
Yes, I, I been to jail
And yes, I'm grindin' for real
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them, so
They say, he do a little this
He do a little that, he always in trouble
And I heard, he's nuttin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club
And they say, he think he slick
He's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs
And I heard, he's been locked up
Find somebody else, he ain't nuttin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara
Some people don't like, it 'cause you hang out in the street
But you my boyfriend, you've always been here for me
This love is serious no matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for ya and I don't care what they say
Some people don't like, it 'cause you hang out in the street
But you my boyfriend, you've always been here for me
I love the thug in ya, no matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for ya and I don't care what they say
They say, he do a little this
He do a little that, he always in trouble
And I heard, he's nuttin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club
And they say, he think he slick
He's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs
And I heard, he's been locked up
Find somebody else, he ain't nuttin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what
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