Chorus shy 3x Sung
Bag gone hat gone coat gone
Why dont cha get the hell on out the do
Mannie Fresh
He told me number three was cheap
Wit a chick wit a stick yeah them girls be freakin
Checkin in motels every other weekend
Say brah shy I cant picture lil one eatin
Boy you aint know shy fo sho she creepin
While she been tellin me dog she goin to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit her mouth
Thats what yo chick bout
Man pass me my asthma pump put lil one out
Sometimes I be likin shy when seenin chicks dykin
Pissin on each other mud wrestling and fightin
Hair everywhere sratchin and bitin
Pass me my asthma pump again man this sht exciting
I be like lets get jumped like a game of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks than Nelly sold records
EI CI turn a chick out
Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth
Chorus shy 2x Sung
Bag gone hat gone coat gone
Why dont cha get the hell on out the do
Baby
Theres a story about a btch named Sally
A hot girl lived in that rathoe alley
She stayed sharp stayed rockin Balance
And a fat pssy laid down in the Cadi
Back of the seat or back of the Palace
Im a Hot Boy shy it really dont matter
My brother KC plays them tellers
Thatll jump off hit a stepper whatever
Michael Kipper James Peter got a big better
Dck gotta a btch in Miami shy a dcksweater
Like Delores from ATL The Freak of the Week
She did me Slim Joe and Tiki
I dont care btch just ride
Shake yo pssy and shake yo thigh
Get yo hat get yo coat its time to ride
Baby girl lookin at me like she surprise
Chorus shy 2x Sung
Bag gone hat gone coat gone
Why dont cha get the hell on out the do
Mannie Fresh
Let me tell you about another one of my lovers
I caught the ignorant chick pokin holes in rubbers
Talkin bout she late sorry no wait
Girl you fcked me Mike Tyson and OJ
Baby
These hoes be pullin they raw tactics
Baby makin and jawjackin
Mami sck dck like a lowrider
Oohwee dont stop her
Mannie Fresh
Thinkin that Ima claim that baby
Girl you coocoo stupid dumb and crazy
His eyes green and his hair wavy
Thought you had me huh got me playin me
Baby
She movin like a ngga hittin switches
But I bet Id hit that old shtty
She a popper HG nonstopper
She from Uptown baby girl dont knock her
Chorus shy till end Sung
Bag gone hat gone coat gone
Why dont cha get the hell on out the do
Mannie Fresh shy over chorus Talking
Nah shawty dont cry now
Get them old ass iron skates you left up under the bed
And them old ass pro cases that you had and all them beta tapes
And get your old ass beeper
You know that beeper that look like a garage opener
The one that you had get that sht up out my drawer
and get on out of here
Yeah you got to leave got to go
Get that rat coat that old ass coat that you said was a mink
Sht aint nothin but a big ass nutria rat
Oh yeah and get your cell phone
That big ass cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to it
The one that be causin Cancer you know that big ass
football you wear on your face hurtin and sht
Get your old ass cell phone
And get them Chic Jeans that Jamaica Joe shirt and
them Hearochees that yo ass was wearing when you came here
And them big fake ass SaltNPeppa earrings
You know them earrings SaltNPeppa had in the 80s
You better get them btches up outta here too
And get them footy socks the ones wit the balls in the back
Thats yours too you need to get that get on outta here
You know what im sayin I use to love you I dont love you no more
Dont like you no more none of that you know what Im sayin
And get your Cutlass keys
Get your old ass Cutlass the one that we parked off the block
You know what Im sayin cause I didnt want it in my driveway
cause it was leakin oil
Get your old ass Cutlass keys and get in your Cutlass and ride out
Yeah you hood roach you aint even a rat you a roach
Yeah
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