Yeah, uhh I know I make you wanna leave the one you with But I ain't Usher Raymond I'm the kid that they rush to blamin', for the crush they claimin' Who can make em' blush the same when I ask "What's my name" and they yell F A B ooh You shouldn't have even brought her my direction Unless she was handcuffed with an order of protection, yeah I'm talkin' wreckless now 'Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are your ex's now I'm the fella that keep 'em yellin', and it's nuttin' to get 'em I don't sweat em', its what I tell em' and they quickly forget em' And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that they met em' And I let em', 'cause I can bend em' and it's more then the denim But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleeping The coupe on 22's keep the shorty sneaking And she won't tell the truth, she too used to creepin' When Mike is in the booth, it's the truth I'm speaking Any girl I gave it to can't even go love another man I give it to 'em like no other brother can She say, "My man can barely move me" But boy you made me scream, like a scary movie On top of that I'm smoother then the rest of the gangstas And I knew that dude you met, was a wanksta Oh, damn homie, your girl is with the Street Fam Homie And she ain't fuckin' with you It's a shame, you lames can't even maintain your dames And it's insane the way, that she gave me brain My pimp game the same, don't forget the name And when chicks peep the chain, they just can't restrain Shorty don't try to fake it, just up and face it Your time is being wasted, your mans a basic See it all in his face, that he's cheap and tasteless But life is what you make it, just watch the bracelet I bet your man can't do it like me His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me He's nowhere near or like me And he probably think keeping you in check Is buying you a pair of Nike's Why wouldn't I get dome from her When the digits on my checks, look like phone numbers Fuck it, you might as well tell that buster skid addle Not even cockrin can help him win this custody battle Catch me in the club, with a case of bub And a thick chick to rub, niggas hate because When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck When I'm getting a nut, they just lick it up I'm their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous I don't aim to get shortys out of relationships But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit She just changed a bit, since I got the hang of it That's right we got the hang of it Mike shorey Fabolous Street family Desert storm I know you his but I wanna make you mine You know, ha ha, yeah © 353 MUSIC; POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP; DEE'S MELODIC DREAMS; J BRASCO; MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING; DURO MUSIC; SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC; MR MANATTI MUSIC; NO QUESTION ENTERTAINMENT; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com