Side N***a Who?!

Why you let it go down like that?
You shouldn't have let it go down like that
Why you bring yo round like that?
You really a clown for that

My blunt the size of a baseball bat
Got me outside of ya house like the fuck you at
But it's cool ima chill til you get here
Have that same energy you had through text

Ima wake the whole neighborhood up
Ima cause a big ass scene
Cause bitch you gon listen to me
You playing with me like Ps3

And I'm sorry bout your last nigga I seen his ass on murder ink
You keep asking if I shot at him
Bitch I wouldn't do such a thing

When she call I let it ring
We ain't got too much to talk about
I seen y'all leaving the scene
I was so tempted to follow and fox you out

Fuck did you do to me?
I'm drinking on D'usse not sipping on tea
I know you still thinking bout me
You ain't gotta put on a front for me

I know you still got my back
Even when you in front of me
She love when I eat it up
Like she done brought lunch to me

And yeah I still think about that pussy
Just in case you was wondering
Promise if I hit today next week you still gon be recovering

You saw me and looked the other way
Can't lie I felt some kinda way
Hit your phone you ain't hit me back
I was waiting on your text all day

Bitch I just wanted to kick it
No sex shorty we could lay
I ain't even trying talk your head off
Cause i'm running outta shit to say

Difficult how you wan play
Fuck it you made me this way
Ima pull up to your crib
If you not there then ima wait

And if I catch you with a nigga
Ima whip his ass like a slave
Fuck it probably whip you too
You ain't gotta be my bay

You ain't gotta be my girl
That pussy gon always be mine
Ya new nigga came up missing
I know that shit keep running ya mind

Cause why you let it go down like that?
You shouldn't have let it go down like that
Why you bring yo round like that?
You really a clown for that

My blunt the size of a baseball bat
Got me outside of ya house like the fuck you at
Got me smoking out the ounce body full of pack
Seen ya tweets but I ain't gon say no more about that

Nigga hate on me ima fuck his whore bout that
Got him wanting to kick down a bitch door bout that
Nigga is you sure bout that
Bout my life I will take yours bout that

Fuck did you do to me?
I'm drinking on D'usse not sipping on tea
I know you still thinking bout me
You ain't gotta put on a front for me

I know you still got my back
Even when you in front of me
She love when I eat it up
Like she done brought lunch to me

And yeah I still think about that pussy
Just in case you was wondering
Promise if I hit today next week you still gon be recovering

You saw me and looked the other way
Can't lie I felt some kinda way
Hit your phone you ain't hit me back
I was waiting on your text all day



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Writer(s): Reginald Mcneil
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