Chorus
I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama girl I promise
I'ma make that up
I know you sick of all these bitches
Wit deze rumors and lies
But however against the weather
You gon always be mine
And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self at nite
And I'ma beat that pussy up beat that pussy up
Girl I'ma beat that pussy up until you holla that's enough

Verse 1
I walked outside look I'm tired of this mane
My cutie in tha yard wit my draws in her hand
My girl looked at me n said
"YOU DOG ASS NIGGA FINNA PUT THIS KNIFE N YO MUFUCKIN LIVER"
I couldn't say shit had to leave the house
She punched me in my shit all I did is
walked off because I'm wrong
But 2nite when she go home I'ma keep callin her phone
Til she let me lay that bone (fuck that shit)
My otha bitch done put me on child support
My nigga on tha run slip don got on that dope
I need to fuck some bad I got some pressure built up
So tha next thang I fuck she gone get extra ripped up
I looked up to god n told em fix this
shit(u gotta fix this shit)
I got j-lo at home I need my bitch
Look 3 n the mornin girl still hangin up the phone she answer
Bring yo nasty ass home (girl I'm on my way home)

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Verse 2
Now this next time this bitch hit me on my chirp line
Boosie how my mouth was
I'm right on side my fuckin girl
Oh let them hoes suck on my shit
I told her no she sucked be but he just played like he was me
She got quiet 4 a minute I kissed ha on tha neck
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/jEc9I played wit that pussy and I got my girl wet
She said I luv yo black ass I say'd I luv you 2
Another bitch done hit me up boosie wat do it do
She grabbed my phone who is this hoe hung up
She broke my shit thew out all my doja
n shit had a nigga mo sick
Damn wat I done did
She like boosie you ain't gon neva c yo muthafuckin kids
I told ha that I'm sorry I'm tired of lyin
Tired of seein my girl cryin
Need a second thrid chane please don't get anotha man
Been months since I took you out always n that fuckin soft
I wanna beat that pussy up please don't put a nigga out

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Verse 3
Now lately er'body been trippin me you & dem children
Er'body been slippin
We gone keep it real lets get it rite lets have
a dinner girl candle lite (shit)
That'll be nice but tha ice ain't make it happen
Tha price ain't make it happen but it
wasnt all that it was hoes who brought tha maddness
Usedto laugh wit each otha now we mad at each otha
In tha bed we used to cudddle now I barely even fuck her
And every time you gone I be thinkin of you
Got my thang rock hard gurl I'm fiendin for you
And we 1st met it was right on time you was bonniei was clyde
Gurl you down to ride please nigga I'm yo ride or die
That's wat I like to hear whisper softly in my ear
Lets take'm to tha bank like segol on hard to kill
All these years down tha drain
I'm 75% wrong i'll neva change but I'm workin to get betta mane

Chorus

Boosie bad ass on tha track nigga
Mouse on tha beat
It's more than beautiful baby
Believe that but I gotta holla at you
We gotta go baby cause on my way ho