Lyrics

[Intro] Listen up motherfuckers, I got a story to tell All you niggas out there holding hands with these motherfuckers in the street Them motherfuckers behind doors holding meat You might be holding a nasty ass [Hook] Nasty bitch, gon' fuck my boy Now how you gon' fuck my boy? That's why I don't love them hoes You can't trust these dog ass hoes Nasty bitch, gon' fuck my boy Now how you gon' fuck my boy? Now that's why I don't love them hoes You can't trust these dog ass hoes [Verse 1] I was in love like a motherfucker with this bitch But uhh, I wasn't doing nothin' but makin' her rich, shit But damn, she used to played it so cool I guess she must take C for a fool I swear the sex had my motherfuckin' mind gone And I was tweakin' like a fiend for that heroin And when I put it in, the way that she moaned Made me never ever want to leave her alone The back rubs in the hot tubs, watchin' videos It made me crawl when she took it all down her throat Surprise! Shit, I hit her with a five karat And later on we can talk about marriage, huh Ya name tatted on my chest, fuck them other broads We hold hands when we walkin' through the shopping malls My brother told me, "C, charge it to the game But uhh, listen up, cause it's a motherfuckin' shame [Hook] Nasty bitch, gon' fuck my boy Now how you gon' fuck my boy? That's why I don't love them hoes You can't trust these dog ass hoes Nasty bitch, gon' fuck my boy Now how you gon' fuck my boy? Now that's why I don't love them hoes You can't trust these dog ass hoes [Verse 2] I used to page this girl about ten times a day But after nine, she was hard to find One-of-a-kind, huh, so I was blind with the problems we had Found a number in her bag she said it was her dad I got a phone call from my nigga Jubilee He told me he saw my girl in the movies With another nigga, but it wasn't me I said man, you must be tripping, nigga it couldn't be I thought it was love, but I guess the love was gone So I put up the phone and then I went home Park the car, walked in the door, walked up the stairs And I damn near slipped on her underwear Opened the bedroom door, seen a hoe With a nigga ro, bout to grab my fo-fo, hold Damn, bitch I thought we loved each other Nasty bitch gonna fuck my brother [Skit] Bitch, get the fuck out my house Pick up your dirty ass draws, get that cum off your chest And wipe your motherfuckin' mouth, and get the fuck out, biatch! Fuck you gonna fuck my motherfuckin' boy Ol' cheesy ass ho I didn't like you anyway Biatch I catch you in the club, I'ma sneak your ass Fuck, nasty bitch [Hook] Nasty bitch, gon' fuck my boy Now how you gon' fuck my boy? That's why I don't love them hoes You can't trust these dog ass hoes Nasty bitch, gon' fuck my boy Now how you gon' fuck my boy? Now that's why I don't love them hoes You can't trust these dog ass hoes