Soulja Slim - Wright Me lyrics

Chorus: Write me b**h, I'll write you back, (uh huh) I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that Hoe, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to f** ya, oh Write me b**h, I'll write you back (uh huh) I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that Hoe, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to f** ya, oh What's up old girl, with your big ol' thick a** As for me, I'm just chillin' I'm waiting on my time to pa** Right now, I'm writing ya from the hole, I got thirty days Can't use the phone, can't get no visits, that sh** drive me crazy Who ya been f**in' with since I've been locked down? You say nobody, but thats a lie n***a prolly drown, in that p**y Cause anotha n***a hittin' it hoe But yo, it's cool, cause when you catch it yo, the hoes gets ghost But when you touch down, them hoes insist that they be around When I was back I tell ya they won't be down Or be down now Bangin' her once, sometimes I called I'm thinkin' bout f**in' ya like a dog and leave ya hangin' You left me hangin', why I can't do the same thangin' Playa brawl f** ya best friend and make ya'll go to war Over this slim in the waist, cute in the face a** hoe You used to lay the hoe dick down, but I'd give it to 'em sober Them hoes don't know how to act They be goin' crazy Won't shake a n***a up, talkin' about they pregnant with my baby At least, that's what you told me Now you gave some other n***a the charge Actin' bad don't want jokes man Chorus Uh-huh My boy told me that he f**ed ya and ducked ya And bought ya pair a jeans outta structure, ya musta Thought you was playin' catch back Might as well give all my people the p**y If you gon' do it like that Cause I can give a lully mothaf** If you gon' give p**y, to discos, fever with dubs Just keep it in the family Like that dark b**h Dana did Ya understand me? We ran throught that hoe, like we used to run in the Millia Ya best a have ya vest on, that p**y there will k** ya But yo, she was a down b**h Not the ordinary clown b**h, that like to hang around b**h And smoke all ya weed up She get a buckle just for being her So we get dee'd up And she gon' break it off soon as I hit that world I want the money, don't gimme no pearl, don't gimme no girl And if I get in touch right now I bet she jokes a n***a Like what? Like she's 'posed to n***a So won't ya Chorus My fo-sho b**h She got me sick She way outta town gettin' full of that dick She's not jossin' me But I know, one mothaf**in' thing I throw that hoe She's comin' back, like a boomerang But, I'm gon' duck and dodge her Lookin' for some overshore p**y If I ever get caught in this situation, nig, she gon' joss with me Until I let it go She be a head over heel hoe Behind who? Behind Soulja Slim I wrote this rap for the n***az doin' time But they supposed to be your lady on they mothaf**in' mind, now You know a hoe gon' be a hoe And a n***a gon' be a n***a For sho so how ya figure? That your old lady keepin' it tight She told ya that she loved ya on the phone, and just got f**ed last night Now how I know that self explanatory sh**s Elementary hoes been gettin' full of that dick soon as that n***a touch the Pennitentary At random, cause I done slammed to say my man in jail b**h I can't tell, cause you ain't give me the p**y yet And I'ma vet I got some violent conversation And I'ma hit because them tits a mothaf**er Well, why don't you, hook a n***a up, yeah? Write me b**h, I'll write you back I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that Yeah, think about a n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah Write me b**h, I'll write you back I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that (fade till end)