[Intro: Unknown voice]
Sunny!
D-Celli
Get ‘em
[Verse 1: Day Day P]
Do you love her? Do you really love her?
I hope you know for certain, I hope you wearing a rubber
She been everywhere in your city, different states
She ain't only eating your food, she eat off different plates. (Uh)
I cause her in the streets. You caught her in a streak
n***a after n***a, really your game is weak
You thinking maybe she wifey, thinking she may be sweet
Your friends ain't saying sh**, read the subliminal tweets, homie
You ask, I don't know now to tell it
She's such a used car. I don't know how to sell it
Turn her a** in I swear to momma she a felon
Asked my homie yesterday, don't know how you never met it
Coming home, she ain't ever home
Ask that b**h where she been, she'll say “n***a Im grown
You ain't my boyfriend who the f** you think you talking to?”
And that's exactly what a scallywag will say to you
(But damn)
[Hook 1: Day Day P]
[X8] Can't trust these heauxs (these heauxs)
[Verse 2: D-Celli]
Stay turnt up cause she On when I'm flexing
Hoes be hoes, I be on the next
On to the jets, where my arms got a rest
And any chick I'm with know she armed with the best.. (out)
Yeah, I'm talking Ddash, leaving my mark on the game like a smack on the a**
8-balls or pick pocket, but scratching ain't an option
Go DJ, Go DJ. My bad b**hes obnoxious
On replay, on replay. My tracks sound like mirages
To good to be true. D-C isn't you
Say your chick confused, I say she know just what to do
Because she back it up and she dropping it
Hopping off and topping. If you got a girl
Then D-Celli prolly got in it
Spitting like Charzard, got the b**hes like Blastois
Keep my shows full of my hoes so when Im coming there's mad noise
I'll Roc-A-Fella for Dirty Money
In the Maybauch I'm Bad Boy
I do diddies, you do didilly
Own chicks last choice
(Heauxs)
[Hook 2: Day Day P]
[X8] Can't trust these heauxs