Return Of The P

You let a dirty dog off the leash, just expect him to roam
I'm tryna see what goes through niggas heads, 'cause it can't be a comb
I can't trust a nigga with a haircut, a chain and a phone
And if I bought it you can't keep it bitch, it's a loan

Let me get this shit up off my chest before I kick you in yours
Plotting on how I can do you in
While you was doing whores
I kind of wished that you were saying less
And you was doing more

Don't make me clean up every bitch you fucking with
I'm good at chores
Sliding down the wall crying, I was throwing up for dude
Now I want my lick back, I got some growing up to do
You showed your naked ass cheeks when I was showing up for you
I'm the one who held it down pussy, now it's up for you

I gotta admit, I like being played cause that shit turn me up (I'm hot)
You can't burn me up
I might go buy me a brand new truck
I might just get me a brand new man
Or make up a brand new dance
Whatever I do I won't be sad for you
Bitch nigga you blew your chance

Point me to the richest nigga in the room I'll make him my bitch
Sometimes you just gotta show a nigga you ain't going for none of that shit
You gotta leave a nigga in the dirt
And don't look back even if he was bleeding
'Cause I'm the baddest bitch breathing

I said what I said, bitch I ain't deleting
Pop shit in your face, I don't do the sneaking
I treat a nigga like he my slut
And walk right past him like we ain't speaking
I really don't find niggas intriguing
I think niggas like being misleading

You think your partner is acting like a monster
Behind closed doors you're tricking and treating
Ay let's go
Ain't no nigga trapping me I'm probably trapping him
I don't know him, bitch you asking me?
You should be asking him

Ay I'm not his bitch, I'm not his wife
So I'm not nagging him
You see me with a nigga, then he tricking
I'm not smashing him (bitch ass nigga)