side nigga anthem

yeah

yeah

look

i know you got something on your mind

ain't no sense in tryna hide it

i can tell

i can tell

yeah

i could be your nigga on the side

keep it secret

girl

i promise not to tell

not to tell

yeah

i got what you want

i got what you need

hennessy and weed

come and holler at a player

at a player

yeah

i know i'm a dog

but she love it all

come and roll with me

we slidin' through the atl

atl

yeah

ayy

look

hand to god i only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in

swear lil' mama was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend

monogamy or menage a trois

the mental plight of the black man

you know you thought the one that you had bagged was bad

'til you fuck around and meet the bad friend

yeah

what else is new?

ain't in the mood for no lectures

boo

though the weed and henny got me extra loose

i'm still on point like a decimal

so she was skeptical of all that shit talking

i smashed twice

now she quit talking

she ain't used to getting good dick

often had to chokeslam her like the wrestler move

yeah

well think again

i hope you pray

you got some decent friends

well besides the ones that i done hit already

they tryna freak again

they tryna freak again

i got her sleeping in

skipping classes

bending over backwards

rolling up the backwoods

cigarello ashes on the fucking mattress

once i bless a bitch

she'll never sneeze again like

nigga you got me fucked up

i can't believe you got me out here stuck on stupid

you out here fucking on these raggedy-ass hoes

slanging dick to bitches who ain't even a third of me

nigga

you a fucking joke

i can't believe i wasted all this time on your stupid ass

i cut off all my hoes for a nigga that ain't shit

look

i know you got something on your mind

ain't no sense in tryna hide it

i can tell

i can tell

yeah

i could be your nigga on the side

keep it secret

girl

i promise not to tell

not to tell

yeah

i got what you want

i got what you need

hennessy and weed

come and holler at a player

at a player

yeah

i know i'm a dog

but she love it all

come and roll with me

we slidin' through the atl

atl

yeah

ayy

look

hand to god i only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in

swear lil' mama was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend

monogamy or menage a trois

the mental plight of the black man

got me stressed

dealing with all this bad karma on the backend

on the backend

how you feel though?

all my old hoes can get the boot like a steel-toe

you ain't truly living 'less you found a woman you would kill for

for real though

staring at this henny got me reminiscing

and pussy popping got me so conflicted

now she ask me why i'm acting so suspicious

'cause i've been out here fucking other niggas' bitches

need to pack a bag

the way a nigga tripping

aw shit

all i need is these money trees and this life of sin

and that's it

i swear to god

but when you got it all

it's kind of hard to miss

but watchin' 'em leave gon' be hard as shit

when you realizing that it's too late and you call her up and she called it quits

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look

i know you got something on your mind

ain't no sense in tryna hide it

i can tell

i can tell

yeah

i could be your nigga on the side

keep it secret

girl

i promise not to tell

not to tell

yeah

i got what you want

i got what you need

hennessy and weed

come and holler at a player

at a player

yeah

i know i'm a dog

but she love it all

come and roll with me

we slidin' through the atl

atl

yeah