(Lynch)
I know, you remember Holiday Inn
Had to hit it from the back drinkin OE and gin
I used to eat p**y up, I can't lie
That's really real, really real, really real
See I met you through the homies
That homie was like cuz, won't you jump up in the cutla**
Come and get you some bu*t
Came through swervin off OE like I always do
Same two straps in the trunk cuz where you at ain't coo
I was like boo hold up its midnight and I got the eyes tight
Knew it was on just as long as I rub the thighs right
Next thing you know, we disrespecting the couch
Feel the pressure in my nutts
Its about to come out
You was like inside, whoride, I don't give a f**
We can f** untill I throw up all the way to sunrise then cut
And thats what happened
It was crackin like an omlet
Got you hittin that bomb sh**
And you don't even enhale the chronic
Stupid a** biiatch
(Pook)
I used to love da ho, I can't lie
b**h had me stuck
25 years later the f** so many haters Now the p**y tore up
b**h you need to grow up
You already know what side I throw up (Westside b**h!)
Given our game back to weak n***as to help them n***as blow up
But shiesty b**h you know what
You gon get back , you gon feel it n***a
I heard the FBI tried to shut you down said you done been the n***a
Said you Promoting violent thoughts
And youre a thug wannabe, followin
Doing more than lickin the p**y
They smellin a tastin, bitin, swollowin leavin the p**yhole hollow
Heard the p**y picked up a forth the Henessey bottle
Now everybody thinkin They can f**, Even them whiteboys in Colorado
But f** it, let a ho be a ho is my motto
Can't let it rest
Gotta get it off my chest just to express my sorrow
I guess your pimp had you impressin who*e stories
Actin the sweet, said f** ya man
Got a plan to get yo a** of the streets
Gave you the fame without the fortune
Get you under the sheets
b**h if you always on your back, then you can't get on your feet
I used to love this rap game!
(Shotgun)
I bet you didn't know that she used to be my main ho
Back in the days
When I was runnin up in houses with socks on my hands tryin to get paid
It was like Courvoisier and Alize
Most couldn't fade, cuz we f** till we both gain 5 6 times a day
How could I walk away from something that seems it's meant to be
You neva trip with me
When I took charge it was just the pimp in me
You was either quick to flex with it
When n***as and they b**hes got fat
But look at us now, you ain't around huh
And never in my mind did I think you turned b**h on me
Skip one day and the next
Plottin licks on me
See yous a phony, I ain't f**in wit you no more
Like Ice Cube said
You da ex-b**h, you gotz ta go
You know the motto, so f** a ho
And puttin the b**h before the hustle thats a no
Because they have you comin up short
Spendin my last dimes, wastin all my time in my life
There's only group of one love and thats the grind biiatch!