Talkin' 'bout You

I like the way this feel

Bitch for real

Bitch I'm talkin' bout you

You know that bitch a ho

Tap her on the shoulder

Let her know, know what I mean

Keep it real with a bitch, know what I mean?

I always knew you was a greazy bitch

Tried to warn my homie but he didn't believe me bitch

Its a shame how you had dude trickin his chips

Less than a week later you was on my dick

Got his nose wide open, not to mention his wallet

Every chance he got he was comin out of pocket

You trippin my nigga, how you gon let this bitch hustle you

Wonder why this grown-ass man was so gullible

So stupid, she fuck with any nigga on the team

Bitch got a thing for diamond rings and ding-a-lings

On the floor, shopping sprees and fur coats

You pumped her head up now she think she the most

I just beat the pussy up and get ghost

And I never spend a penny, bitches supply me with hydro and Henny

I'm just speakin on the thangs you do

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)

And all the thangs you do

Down to bust down every nigga in my crew

Not my lady, not my baby, and you ain't my boo

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)

And all the rats that you roll with

Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit

And if I wanted I could fuck them too

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you

So can you taste it ho it ain't no game

You gon make a nigga say yo name

Bitch I'm talkin to you

So can you taste it ho it ain't no game

You gon make a nigga say yo name

Bitch I'm talkin bout

Keisha, Leisha, April and Alicia

Nothing but them dog-ass hoes and straight skeezers

Type of bitch to come to your spot and smoke up your reefer

Then wanna give you brain, bitch drop some change

On this mothafuckin doity you puffin on

Put up on my reefer sack or leave it the fuck alone

You hoes want Patron shots and Grey Goose

Thinking a nigga gon supply your liquor just cause you cute

Well goddamn, I am, appalled at y'all frauds

I ain't in it for the drawers, you all on my balls

Don't answer y'all calls

And you wonder why you can't get through

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)

And all the thangs you do

Down to bust down every nigga in my crew

Not my lady, not my baby, and you ain't my boo

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)

And all the rats that you roll with

Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit

And if I wanted I could fuck them too

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you

You bitch nigga, you trick niggas

She playing with your dick and you payin her rent nigga

I specialize in this pimpin and breakin these hoes

Charge it all to a bitch, nigga that's how it goes

But who knows, I might bump into two hoes that's bout that action

Met em in the lobby, I'm probably gon be smashin

If I can get em to the suite, I'd rather hit the streets

So pat your feet to the street bitch, mash for rations

I was in the cranberry Chevy with Rosemary

Nymphomaniac from Gary who strip at the Black Cherry

But her momma think she work as a medical secretary

In the day but in the evenin she doin what's necessary

Just to stay up in them Gucci boots, suck a dick in the coupe

They say I'm hard on these heifers I just tell the truth

Cause I'm just speaking on the thangs they do

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)

And all the thangs you do

Down to bust down every nigga in my crew

Not my lady, not my baby, and you ain't my boo

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)

And all the rats that you roll with

Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit

And if I wanted I could fuck them too

Don't look around like you ain't got no clue

Bitch I'm talkin bout you

And you, and you, and you, and you

I see you girl (bitch)

I see you girl (haha)

I'm off them ragged-ass hoes man