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[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
Nigga after nigga, really your game is weak
You thinking maybe she wifey, thinking she may be sweet
Your friends ain’t saying shit, 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 ass 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 bitch where she been, she’ll say “Nigga Im grown
You ain’t my boyfriend who the fuck 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 ass
8-balls or pick pocket, but scratching ain’t an option
Go DJ, Go DJ. My bad bitches 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 bitches 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
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