I know lately that we ain't did much, but on my mama, girl, I promise I'm gonna make that up.

I know you said to all them brutes, just put them rumors and lies.

But hell forgets the weather, you gon' always be mine.

So I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right.

No more laying between them sheets, by yourself at night.

And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up.

Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, that's enough.

I walked outside, I'm tired of this, man.

My juve in the yard with my drawers in her hand.

My girl looked at me, said, you dog -ass nigga.

Finna put this knife in your motherfuckin' lip.

I couldn't say shit, had to leave the house.

She punched me in my shit, all I did is walk off, because I'm wrong.

But tonight when she go home, I'ma keep calling her phone, till she let me lay that phone.

My other bitch done put me on child support.

My nigga on the run, slipping, got on that dope.

I need to fuck something bad, I got some pressure build up.

So the next thing I fuck, she gon' get extra real fucked.

I looked up to God and told him, fix this shit.

I got J -Lo at home, I need my bitch.

Look, three in the morning, girl, still hanging up the phone.

She asked her, bring your nasty ass home.

Girl, I'm on my way home.

Now baby, I know lately that we ain't did much.

But on my mama, girl, I promise I'm gon' make that up.

I know you sick of all them butchers with them rumors and lies.

But high up against the world, then you gon' always be mine.

And I'm gon' stress my time, we gon' make things right.

No more laying by yourself between them sheets at night.

And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up.

Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, that's enough.

Man, it's next time.

This bitch hit me on my trip line.

Boosted how my mouth was, and I'm right outside my fucking gun.

Oh, you letting them hoes suck on my shit.

I told her, no, she suck beat.

But he just played like he was me.

She got quiet for a minute.

I kissed her on the neck, neck.

I played with that pussy, and I got my girl wet.

She say, I love your black ass.

I say, I love you too.

Another bitch that hit me up.

Boosted, what do it do?

Man, she grabbed my phone.

Who is this?

Whole hung up, she broke my shit.

Threw out all my Doja shit and had a nigga most sick.

Damn, what I done did.

She like, Boosted, you ain't gon' never see your motherfucking kid.

I told her that I'm sorry.

I'm tired of lying, tired of seeing my girl crying.

Need a second, third chance.

Please don't get another man.

Been months since I took you out.

Always in that fucking soft.

I wanna beat that pussy up.

Please don't put a nigga out.

Now, baby, I know daily that we ain't did much.

But on my mama, girl, I promise I'm gon' make that up.

I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies.

But high up against the weather, you gon' always be mine.

And I'm gon' stress my time.

We gon' make things right.

No more laying by yourself between them sheets at night.

And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up.

Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, that's enough.

Now, lately, everybody been tripping.

Me, you, and the children.

Everybody been slipping.

I'ma keep it real.

Let's get it right.

Let's have a dinner, girl.

Candlelight, shit, that'll be nice.

But the ice ain't make you happy.

Price ain't make you happy.

But it wasn't all that.

It was hoes who brought the madness.

Used to laugh with each other.

Now we mad at each other.

In the bed, we used to cuddle.

Now I barely even fuck her.

And every time you're gone, I be thinking of you.

Got my thing rockin' hard, girl, I'm feeling for you.

And when we first met, it was right on time.

You was Bunny, I was Clyde.

Girl, you down to ride?

Please, nigga, I'm your ride or die.

That's what I like to hear.

Whisper softly in my ear.

Let's take them to the bank.

Like cigar, lil' hard tequila.

All these years down the drain.

Down the drain.

I'm 75 % wrong.

I never change.

But I'm working to get better.

Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much.

But on my mind, my girl, I promise I'm gon' make that up.

I know you sick of all them brutes just with them rumors and lies.

But high up against the weather, you gon' always be mine.

And I'm gon' stress my time.

We gon' make things right.

No more laying by your side between them sheets at night.

And I'm gon' beat that pussy up.

Beat that pussy up.

Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, that's enough.

Who's the bad ass on the track, nigga?

Mouse on the beat.

It's more than beautiful, baby.

Believe that.

But I gotta tell this, you know.

Cause I'm on my way home.

On my way home.

On my way home.

On my way.

Dog, I'm on my way home.

On my way home.

I'm gon' beat that pussy up.

Beat that pussy up.

Yeah.

Woo!

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