It's just me (it's just me mayne) And my bitch (and my biatch) She hates my guts (she hate my guts) And makes me sick (I can't stand her) I curse her out (HOE!) She cuss me out (sorry ass nigga!) Then we make up (we make up mayne) Fuck on the couch (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!
UHHH! My main batch in the front yard finna fight my other batch Try'na grab each other by each other hair and pull out a patch Both of them got Vaseline on they face so they both don't get scratched My neighbors ain't trippin (why?) cause they use to that The police don't response cause they know they won't be right back Togetha, foreva, like that? Yup like that Never Chris Makin under? even though pressure bust sprits My bitch got my back whether I'm wrong or I'm right I'm a gangsta and not no little management psychosanian bad A lightway part time convenience she like when I make her laugh The other day we was jsut kickin it at powwowing and shit Have a breakfast at the waffle house, cheese eggs and grits Then all of a sudden come rushing some on mysterious bitch Talking and hooping and hollering bout she pregnant and shit I reached back as far as I can go I can get Then I slapped the shit out that hoe with the back of my fist
Seems like everytime a nigga get home (get home) A nigga done did sumthin wrong (sumthin wrong) Caught me sex texting on the smart phone (smart phone) I'm like "what the fuck is this bitch on? " (bitch on) Her parents don't really like her cause we know we be on that thug love And they don't get off in our business cause comments thicker than blood But her brothers be try'na to test me size me up and mean mug But they know that I pack that iron and I'm glued with the gloves For the most part we cool and I respects they gangsta I gotta baby by they sister we family I ain't no stranger Me and my bitch got one of them love/hate relationships we some fools Break up to make up then fuck cussing arguing infused She don't wanna see me with her and I don't wanna she her with you But the problem with me and her is all we do is accuse But at the end of the fuckin day, I'm her man not her mouse She got mo money than me, but I wear the pants in this house (BIATCH!)
Can't live with em, can't live without em We put our trust in, but we still doubt em Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch I love her panties my nigga she love my dirty draws I love her panties my nigga she love my dirty draws (UHH!) Can't live with em, can't live without em We put our trust in but we still doubt em