D-Celli - Heauxs lyrics

[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