Mr. Porter - I'll Be Damned lyrics
[Intro: Proof] Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at Club Runyan, where all the girls with burgundy hair get in free G-Unit in the house! What up baby Performing live tonight live on stage... Captain Save-A-Ho And the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out y'all All my Detroit players, let's go! [Hook: Kon Artis] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games I just came to f** and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is f** I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned [Kon Artis] You damn right, yes I love menage-a-trois And I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah" I'm a Trick Daddy n***a, so b**h how you figure That I wouldn't turn my n***as on to you when I hit ya I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk But your badunkadunk, keep my mind on hump When my mind's on hump it mean my .9's in the trunk And Denaun got a line for every fine b**h I hunt Not once, twice, but three times the lover That your man is, and I'm a freak undercover I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother I got five of them motherf**ers trying to smother me already We can't go steady, but you can give me head Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shed My chapped lips will cut nipples when breast fed And on the way, leave the bread with Achmed I'd love for you to stay but I got another date With a fat chick that eat cake on playskates She rubbed my funky a** feet and feed me grapes Plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape [Hook] [Swift] I'mma make this one thing clear Ain't no woman here gon' ruin my career All the hell you doing is pursuing a dream That's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems All these hoes be lying, bullsh**ting each other And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber? He might as well have went and told the ho that he love her I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother Or my wife, and my sisters, so motherf** a mistress They signing a contract before these b**hes hit this Never will a woman take me out that way I keep a RCA camera in their motherf**ing face [Hook] [Bizarre] What's your name again? It doesn't matter My name is Bizzy, a bodyguard for Mr. Mathers Sit down girl, let me get you a drink I'mma buy you a mink, and rape you on the sink From day one, I knew you was a ho I put a rubber on my toe and f**ed you some mo' Turn around, let me see your nasty a** Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pad [Kuniva] These hoes be on some bullsh**, always trying to pull sh** Outta they a**, get mad and put you on blast Tell 'em b**hes how she f**ed you, s**ed you, put it on you Boned you, yapping off with they mouth, saying she loved you All on your dick, calling your phone, spazzing and sh** Having a fit until you feel like calling it quits Then she starts calling your chick wanting to fight Every time you show up at a gig she front row with her friends Flipping you off follow you to the bar, the bathroom The parking lot, to the car, pissing you off Until you blackout, now you and the ho is having a scrap out You get locked up for a**ault and now you a**ed out [Hook]