come over is u wit that but if not then u know I come get that u ain't never met a nigga like me I ain't never met a shorty like you what's with that what's ya number let me call u later on so i can go ahead and get ya sheets wet like twista but when u calling me mista now put ya hands on the bed wit my hands on ya leg gotta nigga knee deep off in ya didn't know I was a freak huh you reminiscing how a nigga done did ya throw them legs up pit ya knees to ya chest now ya legs stuck wet the bed up I'm a g in the streets u a freak in the sheets that's dead up shorty fed up cause she hate when a nigga leave she the type to wear her heart on her fuckin sleeve love hard like da cold in the winder breze blow green when I roll trees put her mind at ease when a nigga tease screaming nigga please now u wanna storm out wit ya damn keys u dont wanna leave cause a nigga got ya head gone It dont matter if he dead wrong long as the nigga got good dick and the head strong cause last day of t he spring first day of the summer you won't showing no love when a nigga roll up in the middle of the club in ya hand wit a cup to drunk turnt up didn't notice me watching but I eyed u dancing round wit ya side dude you done really blew my mood so I head out drive back to the crib I walk in no later got me feeling you a traitor and that this relationship ain't getting no greater all you wanted was the paper in my heart it's a crater got me feeling like a waiter u gonna say I'm a hater cause you done the thru my heart in a fucking cheese grader it's all love no love lost see love cost but as soon as u walk in we get The talking but u drunk so I wait till the morning I wake up to you packing I give that ass a good smackin dont touch me u say relationship is getting too rusty u acting like u dont trust me but I say u dont want me I seen u wit ya side piece everybody want a girl everybody want a man till u really go get one cause it's too many fish in the sea for a nigga like me to be worried bout this one I should of known you was a thot from the startup when a nigga tried to holla all a nigga really need was a bag the weed and a bout 40 dollars but u wonder what's the problem but I'm telling you what's wrong so while u claim u got a plan and say u got a man u can go and you can really get the fuck on cause I dont really have time for a broke bitch I'm bout my bread and I'm really too focused and I will never ever feel too hopeless I dont see how I didn't even notice u got a nigga really feeling all bogus like we really could of been something u ain't really want fa nothing the relationship buzzing now we standing here fussing while u in the club crushing yeah but I bet you know that the dude u was with in the club was a hoe and unless u dont then I feel that it's best that I let u go