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Correct B.O.T.S Radio Lyrics
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Oh yeah, Welcome back to the Battle of the sexes radio, Where it is 12: 45 in the A. M and disturbing the piece is Our in studio guests, Our hotline is lit the fuck up With people with relationship issues, Caller number one you're on the air, Yeah Man, ya'll tell me if I'm crazy Cause'this girl in here trippin, You know what I'm sayin, I'm a real man, I take care of my Home, I take care of my kids, Pay all my bills, I mean I ain't Gone lie, I may check a little Female from time to time on The side, you know what I'm talkin bout, But what man don't, so how can I break This down to her, Ludacris how do you feel about This particular situation Get your money right Ladies Learn to sign your own checks, But don't call me after mid night Unless we havin s**, Don't ever assume nothin A man gone be a man, A groupy gone be a groupy A fan gone be a fan, These tricks gon keep on trickin So hustlers gon keep hustlin, Long as there's new coochie Then dogs gone keep fuckin, So don't be all up in my phone, Replyin to womens pages, I thought your mama told you, You should never talk to strangers, Don't ever ask no questions That you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or Like Neno Brown I'll have to cancel you, Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on The avenue, half of you, always seem to want Some nigga to pamper you, and that'll do for him But not for me, I'll probably baffle you, And if he wants to act a fool, I'll show em What the gat will do, run along go find Somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to, Then your name will follow with "Ayy What ever happened to... " On Radio: Exactly that's just what she needed to hear, Damn Right player Aight, thank you For callin, next caller, Yeah I hear you But, let's talk about the fake ass brothers With the 24's but can't pay the note On they lease, and my nigga with this High style chains and I can't get him To pay his damn child support, that's Why we makin mo money and ownin our own property, And ridin just as nice, so now, I guess if we want to, we can buy ya'll too now Interesting, Shawna you wanna Stick on this one? Shauna: Get your mind right nigga's Get a bitch that can keep up with you, I'm tired of thinking to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck with you I'm stuck with you Sick of your childish games and all the stuff you do I probably mentioned your name, but True to the game, I've had enough of you, I've seen your type before Throwin your 1's All over the floor, He's flashin his chain's, He's flashing his dough, he drinkin the Fifths, then drinkin them all, but what you don't Know This nigga broke, he can't even Afford to smokin, And back in the hood, All the hustlers and G's, know he's A joke, That's why I treat a nigga, Just when he eat it I tell him beat It nigga. Real bitches, true to the game, That's how you G a nigga, Dtp stay in the zone, like we on pcp, Chrome on the ss Shone, I bought it recently, Ya'll niggas ain't on my Level, I do it so hood, Pine apple In berry we feeling so good, Like niggas so What, I got my own stack, That's why I leave'em two hundred and never Call back, That's right Shawnna pussy rule the world On Radio: Yes it does, next caller, What's up Man what's up this is Marv, I wanna Know do you got someone that talk to This triflin ass women, like me, I'm a good man but all these Good men get treated like shit Our friends callin at 3: 30 in the morning Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers, Marcus wanna talk about that ass, And I ain't havin it, ya got somebody That can talk to these women because they Need to be taught, I-20 you better talk to'em Get your money right Ladies Tell the man to get gone, But don't you show up to my Crib with your period on, This is lesson one baby, Listen, how should I begin, um, Ain't no such thing as a platonic Friend, Your lying to yourself if You don't think you want more, So don't you call me insecure When he show up at ya door, You all claim to have substances, Self respect and some class, But half naked in the club, And steady shaking your ass, Screamin I ain't done enough, To touch you under your skirt, But who the hell are you to Tell me what my money is worth, I run the streets and you Trippin I don't make you feel safe, I stay at home and you Complaining that I think we need space I'm not saying that it's fair But it's the way that it is, Ain't no nigga tryna marry you With four or five kids, It may sound a little harsh But it's straight from the heart, A nigga didn't write the scripts So I'm just doin my part, Yeah, On Radio: Preach my brother preach, I hope the woman out there heard that, And you better believe they did It's millions of people listening, That's our show for this evening Goodnite ladies and gentle man, I got to get a piece of ass my damn self Aiht, check at same time, same place Tommorow, Battle of the sexes radio Signing off, good night!
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