[Chorus:]

See I kno lately dat we ain't did much ,but on my moma girl I promise I'm gon make it up,I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors,and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we gon make thangs right,no more layin by yourself in the sheets at night,and I'm gon beat da pussy up,baet da pussy,beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough



[verse1:]

I walked outside,(look)I'm tired of dis man ,my juvey in da yard wit my draws in her hand my girl looked at me said you dog as nigga,finna put dis knife i yo mutherfuckin liver(no u ain't)I couldn't say shit had to leave da house she punched me in my shit all I did was walk off,because I'm wrong ,but tonite when she go home I'ma keep callin her phone til she let me lay dat bone (fuck dat shit)my other bitch don put me on child support ,my nigga on da run slip and got on dat dope I need to fuck somein bad I got some preasure built up so da next thing I fuck she gon get extra ripped I looked up to god told fix dis shit(you gota fix dis shit)I got JLO at home I need my bitch ,look three in da morning girl still hanging up da phone she ansewred bring yo nasty ass home(girl I'm on my home)



[chours:]

I kno lately dat we ain't did much but on my moma girl I promise I'm gon make it up I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors and lies but hoever gets da weather you gon always be mine and I'm gon stretch my time and I'm gon make it right no more layin by yourself between yo sheets at nite and I'm gon beat da pussy up,beat da pussy, girl beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough



[verse2:] 

Man dis next time dis bitch hit me on my cherp line bossie out my mouth was I'm right on side my fuckin girl look oh you lettin dem hoes suck on ma shit I told her no she suck B but he just play like he was me. She got quiet fa a minute I kissed her on her neck I played wit da pussy & i got ma girl wet she said I love yo black ass I said I love you 2 anotha bitch den hit me up boosie wat do it do man she grabbed ma phone whpo is dis hoe hung up she broke ma shit threw out all ma clothes & shit & had a nigga mo sick damn way I den did( wat I den did) she like bossie you aint gonna neva se you motha fuckin kids I told hr dat im sorry im tired of liein tired of seein ma girl ry need a 2nd 3rd chance please dont get anotha man been months since I took you out always n da fuckin south I wanna beat dat pussy up please dont put a nigga out



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{VERSE 3}



Now lately (lately) everybody ben trippen me u & da children everybody ben slippin i take dis chance lets get it rite diner girl by candle light dat will be nice shit it wasnt ice dat mad u happy price aint made u happy it wasnt all dat it was hoes who bought da madness used 2 laugh @ each otha now we mad @ each otha in da bed when I used 2 call her now I bearly even fuck her & everytime u gone I be thankin of u got ma thang ridin hard girl im feemin 4 u when we 1st meet u was right on time u was bonnie I was clude girl u down to ride please nigga im ya ride or die dats wat I like 2 hear whisper softly in ma ear lets take em 2 da back like siga on harly hill all these yearss down the drain im 75% wrong but im workin 2 get betta man 



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