Workout Plan

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Workout Plan

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[Intro] Ayo, a lot of y'all look y'all like you could use my help, right? People's rapper, that's why I'm here for Listen close, take notes, 'cause ever since I got a deal, nigga, shit been crazy New hoes been actin' like they been there from the beginnin' And the chicks that were there from the beginnin' startin' to act brand new, goddamn [Verse 1] Fake chick, she 'bout to laugh at all my jokes Slut chick, she done prob'ly fuck with all my folks This deal gon' change your life, kid I knew that when I signed it Got a L.A. chick and a girl at home But your L.A. chick gon' make you leave your girl back home That's the shit niggas told me about That's the shit mama got on me about Mama always said when a nigga status get higher Girls hair get longer and their skin get brighter But ain't no rules on me and they friends fuckin' Couldn't hit when I was broke, I call it revenge fuckin' I'm lovin' this shit, had a chick so bad I was thinking, "Man, I can't believe I'm fuckin' this bitch" I done seen bullshit when I've been on the road Made me wonder what my girl doin' when I ain't home Would she be a freak still if she met Meek Mill? Would she go back to the trailer of her own free will? She forget about me if she met Jay-Z Hoes spaz when they see niggas they seen on TV So be careful who you take to a industry show Turn you girl back home to a industry ho All my niggas say ho Fuck around and fall in love with a ho Yeah, I'm handsome, but I understand Lot of money in the room, baby, try to keep your pants on Pants on the floor 'fore I open the door Wadn't this easy when I used to open the show Now I'm closing the show hoes all in a row Findin' out good girls really hoes on the low, what? [Chorus] She went a week without you And forgot all about you She wanna talk it out, but Ain't nothin' to talk about, she Gave it up to a nigga with clout And now she tryna work it out Work it out Work it out Work it out Work it out now Ain't no way that y'all could work it out [Verse 2] Look I remember when I thought I had a down ass bitch Lookin' like Bozo fuckin' this clown ass bitch When I still ain't signed, wadn't rich but I was tryin' Always lyin', had me takin' care of kids that wadn't mine [?] should'a dead it but I really didn't get it Legs open like Walgreens, 24/7 I said it, I said it, let any nigga hit it Legs open like Walgreens 24/7 Mo' money, mo' effort, didn't make it no better She can only take advantage if you motherfuckin' let her, wait Money ain't make it no better But she only take advantage when you motherfuckin' let her Homeboy this ain't a song, it's a fuckin' open letter This food for thought, pass me the salt and pepper Let's talk about sex, baby girl: Salt-N-Pepa She know I don't give a fuck so a fuck is all I give her *Pause* Now could I make it any clearer? After a good ride send her back to the dealer Gon' let me hit it, you gone in a minute too Bigger truth, hoes lie just like niggas do Figure she just hit another nigga 'fore she visits you Fuck so many niggas raw, should make her take a physical Think she just like fuckin' you? She like fuckin' in general Eeny, meeny, miny, pick whoever ever they can hand it too Tryna change a bitch'll make a motherfucker miserable Leave 'em 'fore they leave you, 'fore they leave you with the ridicule Tryna figure out why she a whore will fuckin' riddle you When it's in 'em it's just in 'em, nigga, ain't shit you could do Seein' is believin', and find out she was despicable Never let another bitch have me lookin' pitiful Lies, jealousy, you don't know what got into you In love with a lie, you don't know what you done committed to Tell her that you love her, 'cause you thought she was committed too Go out of town, every night she went with a different dude You was tryna change her, dog, I feel your pain 'cause you was tryna Treat her like she's special, she let anybody bang her, look Niggas lie, bitches lie We all into bullshit and don't know why You want you a good girl but some don't try To better theyself, don't want help and that's fine Be clear, I see hoes of all kinds So I don't waste words or my ma'fuckin' time, uh

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  • Jon Connor