(feat. Devin the Dude, Tela)



Raggedy-ass bitches

That bitch ain't no good



[VERSE 1: Scarface]

Look at your face all frowned up

The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round butt

You're a rich nigga's worst mistake

You're just a trophy, and what make matters worse you're fake

A mall broad tryin to keep up with the Joneses

Whatever they wear in the videos, you want it

You tryin to find the nigga with the biggest contract

To get you pregnant, so you can ride around and get fat

And collect big money, with the baby all sharing

Got a 18-year career from child bearing

And only God knows what this kid'll go through

Got mixed feelings about his dad cause of you

The dollar signs popped up, that's what did it

And dude, he was just as fucked up cause he hit it

And now you out there buyin champagne for the club

To me that's kinda fucked up



[CHORUS: Devin]

Only your mother could love you

Much too freaky, you're easy

And I wouldn't would fuck you

I ain't never had to pay for mine

Only your mother could love you

Much too sneaky, you're freaky

And I wouldn't would fuck you

I wouldn't give a broke bitch a dime



[VERSE 2: Devin]

You used to turn up your funky-ass nose before I even stepped up

I guess fuckin with me just wouldn't keep your rep up

I used to think about you when I'd go sleep, even dream

Of fuckin you without a rubber, fillin your pussy with cream

But when I wake and see you again, it be the same old shit

I finally realized you just a plain old bitch

Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night

Gettin my dick sucked, fuckin hoes left and right

Workin hard to blow up, now you wanna show up

With your stretch mark titties and pussy lips all towed up

I heard you got married, that was it you thought

Until he kicked your ass and took back all the shit that he bought

Now you're lookin for a shoulder to lean on

Bitch, I sho' hate it, cause my shit is dis-located

You was the only one I was thinkin of

But now you got a face only your mother could love



[CHORUS]



Break it down



[Devin]

I can't do nothin for ya

Only your mother could love ya

I can't do nothin for ya



Aight, check this out



[VERSE 3: Tela]

Look, Young Tela a pimp by force, not a pimp by choice

See, these bitches ain't playin when it come to the courts

They'll fold you like some foil when it comes to support

And you niggas out here trickin like nature takes its course

I'ma spit it till you're fitted, it's your main employ

See, I was trained and I was taught that a pimp keeps a choice

But you lames gotta change when you gave the whore a port'

One weekend at the Allstar and the bitch bought a Porsche?

I ain't mad, girl, flip em, you can get em, look we did it

Cause his mind was all twisted off the aether from the clinic

Now hit it, oh lawdy, look at shawty

Mission hit your boy for a four and a forty

Miss done get your Ford for a house - "Help me homie"

See, I can give a fuck about your loss cause you're phoney

You'se a lame and she seen it in your heart from the start

Why she ripped yo ass apart? It was lying in her cards

But eh, she'll only come up with another, I don't trust her

But she got one hell of a hustle

You black-hearted bitch, you are full of lies

So like go on and suck Young Tela and die



[CHORUS]