Feat. Big Tymers
(Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do
He told me number three was cheap
Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakinCheckin' in motels every other weekend
Say brah I can't picture lil' one eatinBoy you ain't know fo' sho' she creepinWhile she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit her mouth
That's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out
Sometimes I be likin' when seenin' chicks dykinPissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightinHair everywhere, sratchin' and bitinPass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting
I be like, "let's get jumped" like a game of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, turn a chick out
Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth
(Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do
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