Текст песни Ludacris - B.O.T.S. Radio (Feat. I-20)

Battle Of The Sexes
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Ludacris
Альбом: Battle Of The Sexes
Длительность: 04:56
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[Ludacris] Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Whatever happened to..?" (Exactly, that's just what she need to hear) [Shawnna] Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggas get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D.T.P. stay in the zone like we on PCP Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently Y'all niggas ain't on my level, I do it so hood Pineapple and Belve', we feelin so good Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack That's why I leave him 200 and never call back (That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!) [I-20] Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friendExplain You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah (Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!)
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