cadie and the come down (february)
Singer:robb bank$
telling me things that she prolly wouldn't tell you
hair falling out of that bun and them heels is done
you gon' fall if you ain't careful bitch
in my ear screaming don't tell you shit
my niggas say you wanna be careful with
now she crying like she don't even know i'm here
i'm tryna drive with the loss of motor skills
got contacts in her phone to get her over me
her eyes ain't red cause she crying over me
saying that i look like her ex
i feed you teaspoons of that drank
i say fuck the bed and tablespoon if you freaky
from the way you opened up
talking 'bout you feel sick
and i lay your ass down in that pale moonlight
whisper sweet nothings while we look up at the stars
you smoked a whole dub and popped three bars
and your tits ain't real so what that say 'bout your heart?
put my plug down her socket like she terri schiavo
and my dick up in your bitch while she laying on her back
found hickeys on her neck
i give her what she wants
and she letting me inside of her
now she showing me a side of her
i swear i'm training these bitches
now she don't kiss and tell
but she scream when she fuck
confide in me when y'all gotta disagreement
all my eggs in one basket
so i got the chicken breast from the runaway phoenix
ex-beauty queen that just lost her pageant
her and her man relationship lost it's passion
said she want to taste my cup
you expect me not to take a little advantage
bra strap hanging off that cold shoulder
got her answering my front door
in the morning with my bed sheet wrapped around her like a toga
in all corduroy like i'm matching with the sofa
my bitch becoming fly as a ford agency bitch
do everything a real nigga ask you
better be everything i want
but if it ain't girl don't even come
that don't give a fuck where they clothes at
that don't give a fuck about roll backs?
put your legs where my shoulders at
all out with' it and no holding back
nigga going out with her don't know at
leaves you when you say you love that nigga
where you at? he creepin' behind your back
you ain't 'bout that nigga
he be that gritty motherfucker
marlboro what i'm smoking
no more rolling tree because that boy be on probation
know a lot of hatians even though that boy caucasian
never wrote a statement cause that boy don't talk to jacob
just copped that new bracelet
only watch the boy and never copped up in a jacob
clean my crib and then she blessed the dick
you took that name from aesop
i put you on them cookies if you looking for that straight drop
and if you lookin' for that straight slut
why don't you call yo' bitch? she the one that left my cum straight ate up
come get that dose like why not?"