Look

I know you got something on your mind

Ain't no sense in tryna hide it,

I can tell, I can tell, yeah

I could be your nigga on the side,

Keep it secret, girl I promise

Not to tell, not to tell, yeah

I got what you want,

I got what you need

Hennessy and weed

Come and holla at a player,

At a player, yeah

I know I'm a dog but she love it all

Come and roll with me,

We slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah

Ayy, look

Hand to God only seem me slip

Made bad decisions when that pack hit

I swear lil' mama was a gymnast,

The way she make her arch and that back bend

Monogamy or ménage-à-trois

Mental plight of the black male

You know you thought the one that you bagged was bad

So you fuck around and meet the bad friend

(You ain't shit, nigga)

Yeah what else is new?

Ain't in the mood for no lectures boo

All the weed and Henny got me extra loose

Still on point like a decimal

So she was skeptical

With all that shit talking

I smashed twice, now she quit talking

She ain't used to getting good dick

Off the head, I had to choke

Slam her like the wrestler move

(I think I love him girl)

Yeah well thank again

And hope you pray you

Got some decent friends

Well besides the ones that I done

Hit already, the tryna freak again,

They tryna freak again

I got her sleeping there, skipping classes

Bending over backwards,

Rolling up the backwoods

Cigarello ashes on the fucking mattress

Once I bless a bitch, she'll never sneeze again like

Nigga you got me fucked up

I can't believe you got me

Out there stuck on stupid

You out here fucking on

These raggedy-ass hoes,

Slanking dick on

Bitches that ain't even a third of me

Nigga, you a fucking joke

I can't believe I wasted all

This time on your stupid ass

I've cut off all my hoes for

Anigga that ain't shit

Look, I know you got

Something on your mind

Ain't no sense in tryna hide it,

I can tell, I can tell, yeah

I could be your nigga on the side,

Keep it secret, girl I promise not to tell,

Not to tell, yeah

I got what you want,

I got what you need

Hennessy and weed

Come and holla at a player, at a player, yeah

I know I'm a dog but she love it all

Come and roll with me,

We slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah

Ayy, look

Hand to God only seem me slip

Made bad decisions when that pack hit

I swear lil' mama was a gymnast,

The way she make her arch and that back bend

Monogamy or ménage à trois

Mental plight of the black male

Got me stressed dealing with

All this bad karma,

On the backend, on the backend

How you feel though?

All my old hoes done get the boot like a steel-toe

You ain't truly living, 'less you found

A woman you would kill for

For real though

Staring at this Henny got me reminiscing

And pussy popping got me so conflicting

Now she ask me why

I'm acting so suspicious?

'Cause I've been out here

Fucking other niggas bitches

Need to pack a bag, the way

A nigga tripping, oh shit

All I need is these money trees

And this life of sinning, that's it

I swear to God but when you

Got it all it's kinda hard to miss

But watching her leave

Is gon' be hard as shit

When you realizing that it's too late

And you call her up and she called it quits

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Look, I know you got

Something on your mind

Ain't no sense in tryna hide it,

I can tell, I can tell, yeah

I could be your nigga on the side,

Keep it secret, girl I promise not to tell,

Not to tell, yeah

I got what you want, I got what you need

Hennessy and weed

Come and holla at a player,

At a player, yeah

I know I'm a dog but she love it all

Come and roll with me,

We slidin' through the ATL,

ATL, yeah