[Intro]
[Verse 1: Dion Jetson]
Her eyes filled with tears as she blew the hookah smoke
Poured her heart out said she tired of being my ego stroke
If it can't be stroked then what the f** I got a ego fo'
You can't leave a n***a you been f**ing with since '04
I've been the cause and the cure to your misery
And since I ain't in love with you its a mystery
Why I never call and you missing me
Girlfriends stay dissing me
Tattoo on your a**, I can't picture it leaving me
Guess its just the pimp in me or is she pimping me
I don't give a f** 'cause her head game on infinity
Summertime, Lake Shore head in Infinity's
Mind on her mouth, mean she pimping to the tenth degree
I love it when I'm in it, hate it when I fall up out it
Redbone, Red Hair, Magic About It
Naked pictures in my phone, now my judgement clouded
I had to let her go 'cause my roster too crowded
[Hook: SeVen1 & Dion Jetson]
Short girls, High Heels
Loose Lips, Designer bags
Thick legs, Small Waist
Red Eyes, Jet Lag
Chi-Town New Orleans
She checking that Baggage
Some call it tragic
We just call it magic
[Verse 2: SeVen1]
I'm like Goldie wit my b**h
Goldie wit my b**h
I'm lying ain't that some sh**
OK now let me quit
Chocolate fe's and redbones I condone
But this brown skin thick junt had me gone
9th ward, family moved somewhere round Kenner
Said she wanna come to my city and cook me dinner
Man that sh** was nasty as hell but I ate it
Man she couldn't take no dick so I...
Hold up, hold up, slow up I'm f**ing up the re-up
46 with c cups, how I know this? I'm f**ed up, she got me
Miss p**y galore
Sweats juicy contour
She know she the manure
I know just how to play it
Nah, really I don't
I might wife her for real
But really I won't
I'm a Player!
And I don't play that sh**
How can I say that sh**
I might save this b**h
The hell
[Hook]
[Verse 3: SeVen1]
She wanna roll where the winners be
Ya boy cold, no winter b
She know easy all G
And she can see from the nosebleed
SeVen in the lead
Huh, no contest how my pimpin plead
Something like a Player
Something like the mayor
Bad b**h slayer
She was a naysayer
See the God now she know the prayer
f** her mind up she need Bayer
I'm on some mo' sh**
That frank luc meet the owner sh**
Words priceless don't owe u sh**
Check the receipt
Haters hate but they repeat
Real talk you should retweet
I'm on your street with your who*e
Need I say more?
This feel like magic again
I'm on your street with your who*e
Need I say more?
This feel like magic again
[Hook]