Collect Calls lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Intro]
Look at all the bullshit I been through
If I take you home, will you tell the truth
Look at all the bullshit I been through
If I take you home, will you tell the truth

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Momma take this mothafuckin' block off
Tryna reach you everyday, collect calls
Never get through, and I go through with drawls
Say who told you that I wanted this the
I just wanted to vent or
Ask you if you give me your rent for
A attorney, I can pay you back more
Soon as I get out, yea every record, shows
Commissary running low, I need help
Not too much, I hustle up the rest myself
K Dot wrote me saying Marcus got killed
If you knew me, then you know how bad I feel
Wish you prove me wrong, and never came to visit
And I heard she fucking on some other nigga
And my niggas left in the dark, blind
Mama kiss the back of me this last time

[Hook]
Men lie, Women lie
Men lie, Women lie
Men lie, Women lie
Men lie, Women lie
Look at all the bullshit I been through
If I take you home, will you tell the truth
Look at all the bullshit I been through
If I take you home, will you tell the truth

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Mama take this motherfucking block off
Thats the date the state will take the blocks off
Pulled up, and they put me in them cop cars
Please believe me, This ain't easy by far
You forgot you're talking to your only son
Remember when you put me in that relay run
I was racing, chasing dreams to be the best
You had told me that the very day I won
All I need is you to give me some support
Investigation saying that the same report
From a witness just might testify in court
DA say I take a deal, or take a loss
I ain't built for all them god damn numbers
God's will, say a prayer for me mama
If you can't, then open up the phone lines
Mama just get back at me this last time

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Now I tell if I stress take the block off
That's the day the state had take them locks off
I could only help but do so much
Bettering yourself, your own crutch
Look at your reflection tell me who you see
Who is your protection, G-O-D
No its not neglection, I have just accepted
Your fate and what its gon' be
Remember all the nights that I cried
Thinking that my only son just died
Peeking through the window, Kicking through the door
It's you they looking for, Raid outside
Rather see you locked up than dead
Only you would say that I'm selfish
So before I take the stand, and put this bible in my hand
Son, let me say this

[Hook]

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County Building Blues lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Intro]
Greetings boys and girls
(Greetings boys and girls)
My name is Petey P. 
(My name is Petey P.)
Kendrick's childhood imaginary friend (that's right, that's right, that's right)
I am your neighbor (I am your neighbor)
And I'd like to welcome you to good kid, m.A.A.d city (good kid, m.A.A.d city)
So grab your cartoons and cereal (and sing)
Your pop guns (and sing) and fireworks and sing along

[Chorus]
When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah
(Sing along kids, sing along)
When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

(Kendrick, you remember that one time when we was...)

I've been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac
Was on Rosecrans in that burger stand at 95
People staring at 'em in amazement
Reservations at the Days Inn
we was living out a hotel at the time
Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried
Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers to move
With nothing else to lose but a burger flippin' job
Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine this a mansion
Gold ballroom AK-47 dancing
Howling at the moon was a pack of hungry babies
Hope you feed 'em soon bite your back you die of rabies
Everyday we pray to eat at the table of Sizzlers
But never made that visit, if better days was on its way
Then it made the decision, to make the wrong turn
So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn
(Oh yeah I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?)

[Chorus]
When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million (Am I right?)
Spend it all in front of the county building (oh)
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah
(Don't forget to sing along by the way, sing along)
When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

And all the ghetto children in the world say that's my car
All the ghetto boys say that's my car
All the ghetto girls say that's my car
When we grow up, when we grow up
Ghetto children in the world say that's my car
All the ghetto boys say that's my car
All the ghetto girls say that's my car
When we grow up, when we grow up

(Nig-nigga you remember the smoke and the burning buildings and shit?)

Couple stolen T.V.'s and a seat belt for my safety (uh huh)
Played the passenger I think it's five years after eighty-
seven do the math ' 92 don't you be lazy (I won't)
Looking out the window, notice all the essentials
of a block party that stop for a second then it rekindle
Like a flame from a trick candle everybody got dental
Insurance 'cause we 'bout to floss
you get that couch I sent you?
I heard that from a block away probably had credentials
of a scholar but shit not today
them Dayton spokes was his to take
Refrigerators, barbecue pits and Jordan kicks
They did invasions while helicopters recorded it
Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi I want them ten woo-woofers
Say that you got me if not I'll dig in your drawer for it
The swap meet was the bull's eye like Tauruses
Murder was the melody you should know what the chorus is
Papa you really telling me we can just get some more of it if we run out?
He said lil nigga today the poor is rich
Don't tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb
If she ask just know you have to lie and son don't forget
Bitches ain't shit, hoes ain't neither
Niggas gon' snitch watch the company you keeping
And one day you'll put money in the ghetto when you got it
Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots
(That's right the mothafuckin' Rodney King
you just put your daddy on Bullis Rd.)

[Chorus]
When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million (that's crazy)
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah
(Don't forget still sing along kids, still sing along)
When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million (Please sing)
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

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Swimming Pools (Black Hippy Remix) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Black Hippy)

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Playas always trying to pop bottles
Niggas love to pop bottles
Then get you a table, my nigga, get you a table, my nigga...

[Interlude]
Pour up, drank, head shot, drank
Sit down, drank, stand up, drank
Pass out, drank, wake up, drank
Faded, drank, faded, drank

[Jay Rock]
No syrup in this cup but this that po' up
When you see me po' up, turn up til you throw up
Like a bulemic fiending, for hurl over them toilets
If I run out of liquor in your city, yo where the store at?
One bottle, two bottles I'm a soldier, never sober
Cup runneth over, don't give a fuck about cirrhosis
One life, that's all we have, OK lets toast to that
Then dive in a pool full of liquor, swim laps like Michael Phelps

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots?
I'mma show you how to turn it up a notch
First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it
Pool full of liquor I'mma dive in it

[Interlude]

[Ab-Soul]
Used to wake up every morning to a glass of Alize
Hope this dollar shot of E&J will take the pain away
Aim and shoot, shots of Ciroc will make the girls get loose
With it we all trippin off the hen like a female chicken
You with it? (Soul!) Spread your wings, you probably won't get far
I honestly wouldn't advise operating a car
Try not to let the peer pressure get the best of ya
And end up giving it up in a restroom like the rest of us

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Schoolboy Q]
So it's that groovy little nigga known for popping them bottles
Under my pants be a golden dick, bitch, everything about me solid
Burberry nigga, them be my draws, Alexander McQueen in closets
Swagged-out king, yeah nigga I'm Puff, uh, have that pussy throbbin'
Someone tell me where the drugs at, I'm into that, twisted off them molly caps
Ciroc too don't fuck wit Goose; can I get a shot, swim in your juice?
Worth a stack a minute, everyday that shit repeat
I ain't tryna sweep you off your feet - bitch, did you see your tab reciept?

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

“Sherane?”
(Pool full of liqour then you dive in, in, in, in [reversed])
“Sherane, Sherane, Sherane” (Wa-Watch em all f-flock)
"Awww man"
“Sherane” (Girls wanna play, play, play)
Where is she taking me? (P-Pool full of liquor imma d-d-i-iive in)
Where is she, taking… me

[Kendrick Lamar]
All I, all I, all I, all I have in life is my new appetite for failure
And I got hunger pain that grow insane; tell me do that sound familiar?
If it do then you're like me, makin' excuse that your relief
Is in the bottom of the bottle, and the greenest indo leaf
As the window open I release, everything that corrode inside of me
I see you joking, why you laugh? Don't you feel bad? I probably sleep
And never ever wake up; never ever wake up, never ever wake up
In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
More, more, bless me more
We gon drink this mothafucka down, more
Bottoms up then we pass it round, more
Fill it up more, not enough, moooore
...Bless me more
We gon drink this mothafucka down, more
Bottoms up then we pass it round, more
Fill it up more, not enough, more [3X]

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The Recipe (Black Hippy Remix) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Black Hippy)

[Ab-Soul]
Fuck Black hippy nigga, I invented the recipe

It's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess
Pretty Chick let me see them breast, E.T. OG from the weed clinic (Soulo)
Solo but I'm never alone (that's right), I stay high and I'm powerful (Soulo)
Westside (easy call) I got three eyes man I see y'all
All I do is kill shit ICU, party with a few girls at USC
It's 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off, I'm getting topped off, Top Dawg
Women, weed, and weather what more can I say, to live and die in LA
Spend a week on Venice beach - I'm 2Pac and Biggie Smalls

[Schoolboy Q]
Every morning nigga I get blazed (aye); women, weed, and weather nigga if you bored 
Come and join the wave (aye); girl, what is your name 
Cause I'm feeling your frame, can I see what you bout (uh); a little something in your rear
Little something in your mouth, little something on your couch (uh); know now what I'm talkin' about, bring the coffin out
Cause I killed it, I done drilled it, she said she like it from the back like a real bitch (uh)
She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried
Yo, I can't reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes
But when you got the recipe its no surprise, bad hoes panties get left behind - I want your behind

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar (Dr. Dre)]
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living
Women, weed and weather (they come for) women, weed and weather
For the women, weed and weather (from all around the world for the) women, weed and weather
Got that women, weed and weather - don't it sound clever, come and play
Wh-What more can I say? Welcome to LA

[Kendrick Lamar]
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him, some
Three W's only for a three day, run
Bitch, take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no, nun (shit)
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control
Let it breathe, I control, California living 'til I am old
You want to be one, to peak on the chart, so the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe, she in the Neon cause she on the BS before we can start
Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, let 'em know the priority order me
Hennessy and for my niggas OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees
Boy he's on his job, boy he sure be having the marks on they mark
Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts
Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my vice
No way hell no, uh uh, if I’m wrong I don't wanna be right
We want to be one, to peak on the chart, so the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
Women, weed, weather, it’s not my fault, then it's 82 degrees and my top peeled, off

[Chorus]

[Jay Rock]
Jay Rock got the recipe, fly hoes wanna roll I guess (I guess)
Everybody know I got that yola, ask (Keisha) she'll confess
I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she ain't got on (No Make Up) (uh)
Medicated, please my nigga no telling where the high gonna take us, uh
Three w's, I'm at the W, she got double D's bout to bring trouble through
OG, Hennessy get their panties wet, I'm trying to dive in the (Swimming Pool)
Left stroke, right stroke, whats the best stroke, that stroke can smoke all down her throat
And we blows all kinds of dro, Cali got the best so act like you know, nigga

[Chorus]

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mixtape: "Section.80" (2011)



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Fuck Your Ethnicity lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Intro]
Gather ’round
I’m glad everybody came out tonight
As we stand on our neighborhood corner
Know that this fire that’s burning represents the passion you have
Listen
Keisha, Tammy, come up front
I recognize all of you
Every creed and color
With that being said
FUCK your ethnicity
You understand that?
We gon’ talk about a lot of shit that concerns you
All of you
(Now everybody throw your hands up high
If you don’t give a fuck
Throw your hands up high [x2])

[Hook]
Now I don’t give up a fuck if you
Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, Goddammit
Yellow P, Sugar P, Fuck your ethnicity, nigga

[Verse 1]
Fire burning inside my eyes
This the music that saved my life
Y’all be calling it hip-hop
I be calling it hypnotize
Yeah, hypnotize
Trapped my body but freed my mind
What the fuck is you fighting for?
Ain’t nobody gonna win that war
My details be retail
Man, I got so much in store
Racism is still alive
Yellow tape and colored lines
Fuck that, nigga look at that line
It’s sold out first day
Getting off work
And they wanna see Kendrick
Everybody can’t drive Benz’s, and I been there
So it make it my business
Stay giving my full attention, 10-hut!
Man, I gotta get my wind up
Man, gotta get down with God
Cause I got my sins up
Matter of fact, don’t mistake me
For no fucking rapper
They sit backstage and hide
Behind the fucking cameras
I mosh pit
Had a microphone and I tossed it
Had a brain, then I lost it
I’m out of my mind, so don’t
You mind how much the cost is
Penny for my thoughts
Everybody, please hold up your wallets
Yeah man, I’m the mailman
Can’t you tell, man?
Going postal, never freeze up
When I approach you
That’s star struck and roast you, oh my..
HiiiPower

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’m tired of y’all
Cause everybody lied to y’all
Do you believe it?
Recognize them false achievements
It’s treason and I’m Tylenol
I knock out when you knock it off
Knock on the doors of opportunity
I’m too involved, I’m no activist
I’m no Einstein before calculus
I was kicking in Math
Dropping that science
Like an alchemist, and I be
Kicking that ass
Lyrically, I’m UFC, if a UFO
Had came for me
I’mma come back with the head of an alien
Don’t alienate, my dreams
Get it right, get a life
I got 2
That’s a metaphor for the
Big shit I do, boy
TMI, TSA, man I’m fly
Put wings on my back
That a plane or angel? Both
Like a pilot with a halo – whoa..
Gross..

[Bridge]
I don’t mean, nothing
So many things come through
Them, Him, Her, You
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm
I’m just a messenger
Yeah I know life’s a bitch
Get the best of her
Put them 3′s up
They notice that we up
HiiiPower and the power and the people
And if they don’t believe us
They’ll die

[Hook]

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Hol' Up lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin’ me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They’ll prob’ly think I’m a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I’m askin’ her
Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom
A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin’ to meet ‘em
I’ll prob’ly die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’
Section 80

Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch
Wit’ my back against the wall and yo’ bitch on the edge of my dick
Jump off
I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothin’ but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I’m easily peddlin’ with the speed of a lightnin’ bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I’m too advanced
I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I’m like eighty-seven
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire wit’ devils holdin’ hands
From the distance, don’t know which one is a Christian, damn
Who can I trust in 2012? There’s no one
Not even myself, a Gemini screamin’ for help, somebody

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’, everybody watchin’
When you do it like this, nigga, losin’ ain’t an option

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’
(Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali)

24/7 nigga, workin’ his ass for it, she poppin’ that ass for it
The King of Diamonds wit’ diamonds I never do ask for
They checkin’ my passport, I’m too accustomed with Customs
She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff ‘im
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you niggas is past poor, you’ll never hop in my lane
When you pushin’ a RAV4, you wreckin’ my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’, everybody watchin’
When you do it like this, nigga, losin’ ain’t an option

Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’, everybody watchin’
When you do it like this, nigga…

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin’ me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They’ll prob’ly think I’m Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor

Hol’ up

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A.D.H.D lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Hook]
Fuck that
8 doobies to the face
Fuck that
12 bottles in the case
Nigga, fuck that
2 pills and a half, wait
Nigga, fuck that
Got a high tolerance
When your age don’t exist

[Verse 1]
Man, I swear
My nigga trippin off that shit again
Pick him up, then I set him in
Cold water, then I order someone to bring him vicodin
Hope to take the pain away
From the feeling that he feel today
You know when you part of section 80
And you feeling like no one can relate
Cause you are, you are
A loner, loner
Marijuana, endorphins
Make you stronger, stronger
I’m in the house party trippin off
My generation sippin cough syrup like its water
Never no pancakes in the kitchen
Man, no wonder our lives is caught up
In the daily superstition
That the word is bout to end
Who gives a fuck? we never do listen
Unless it comes with an 808
A melody and some hoes
Playstation and some drank
Technology bumping Soul
Looking around and all I see
Is a big crowd, that’s product of me
And they probably relatives
Relevant for a rebel’s dream
Yep, the president is black
She black too
Purple label on her back
But that dap
Is like when she take it straight to the head
Then she look at me
She got ADHD

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Like woah oh oh woah [x4]
(Don’t got a limit just gimme some more with it)
(Don’t got a limit just gimme some more with it)
(They always told me ad-hd did it)

[Verse 2]
And then she started
And then she started
Feeling herself like no on else in this apartment
Beg you pardon
Oh I rap baby, how old are you?
She say 22, I say 23
Ok then we all crack babies
Damn, why you say that?
She said where my drink at?
I’mma tell you later, just tell your neighbors
Have the police relax
I stood up, shut the blinds
Closed the screen, jumbotron
Made it to the back, where she reside
Then she said, read between the lines
Yep, hope that I get close enough
When the lights turn down
And the fact that she just might open up
When the new flow start to drown
Her body and I, know the both of us really deep in the move now
It’s nothing we can do now
Somebody walked in with a pound
Of that Bay Area kush
She looked at me then looked
At it, then she grabbed it
Then she said, get it understood
You know why we crack babies
Because we born in the 80s
That ADHD crazy

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro]
You can have all my shine
I’ll give you the light
Double cup, deuce, four, six
Just mix it in Sprite
Ecstasy, shrooms, blow, dro, hoes
Whatever you like
You can have all my shine
I’ll give you the light

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No Make-Up (Her Vice) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Colin Munroe)

[Chorus: Colin Munroe]
I love the way you, put it on your eyes
The roses on your face light up the sky
Those lips are colorful, all of the time, time, time
And girl that's fine, but I wanna know do you mind?
No makeup today-day-day-day-day-day
No makeup today-day-day-day-day-day (today)
No makeup today-day-day-day-day-day
No makeup today
And girl that's fine, but I wanna know do you mind-mind-mind-mind?

[Kendrick Lamar]
I know she bout to ask me how she look
I tell her beautiful, and how long it took
for you to put it on? It was early in the morn'
She resembled a model out of a MAC book
Concentrating on the way the eyeliner thickens
I stand behind her and try to figure her vision
of prettiness, the wittiness of colors on her skin tone
Her complexion in a direction I've outgrown
Damn girl, why so much?
You bout to blow your cover when you cover up
Don't you know your imperfections is a wonderful blessing
From Heaven is where you got it from
I love your smile, you can do it without style
From your lips, all the way to your eyebrows
It's the beauty in her, but when the makeup occur
I don't see it, all I see is a blur

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar (female)]
I know she bout to ask me how she look
I tell her beautiful, and how long it took
for you to put it on? It was early in the morn'
She resembled a model out of a MAC book
(Concentrating on the way my) eyeliner thickens
(He stand behind me and try to) figure her vision
(of prettiness, the wittiness of colors on my skin tone
My complexion in a direction) I've outgrown
(I feel like it's not enough
I can never put on too much makeup
Yeah I know) your imperfections (I be constantly stressing
From him is where I get it from)
They tell me I need to) smile (at least once in a while
I hate my lips, my nose, my) eyebrows
(It's the beauty in me, but what he don't see
is that I had a black eye) [beep]
To be continued, eleven

"Ladies and gentlemen"
And you ain't gotta get drunk to have fun
You ain't gotta get drunk to have fun
And you ain't gotta get drunk to have fun
You ain't gotta get drunk to have fun

[Chorus]

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Tammy's Song (Her Evils) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Verse 1]
I know this girl
She a real good girl
And she be low-key
Looking like a star
With a real nice car
A Mercedes key
And she got a nigga
And she love this nigga
Well, at least I think
Everytime we bark
She pay us no mind
In the middle of the street
She be like..

[Hook 1]
Fuck them other niggas cause
I'm down for my nigga
Fuck them other niggas cause
I'm down for my nigga
Fuck them other niggas
I'll ride for my nigga
I'll die for my nigga
Fuck them other..

[Verse 2]
Until one day he wasn't acting right
In the middle of the night
She checked his phone, Erica, right
When he plead the fifth, man, it was on
Matter of fact she gone
Matter of fact Tyrone
Was on speed dial, so when she got home
It was going down, she go..

[Hook 2]
Fuck that other nigga
When she tired of her nigga
Fuck that other nigga
When she tired of her nigga
Fuck that other nigga
When she tired of her nigga
Sick of lies from her nigga
Fuck that other..

[Verse 3]
I know this girl
She a real hood girl
And she with the shit
Keep her hair tied up
Big bamboos
Mike Jordan kicks with that
Big butt, but when I try
To holla, she don't exist
In her man she trust
So when I holla
She gon resist and her man she trust
So when I walk by her
She be screaming this..

[Hook 1]

[Verse 4]
Until one day he wasn't acting right
In the middle of the night
She checked his pockets
Found condoms by Magnum
And the moment they was acknowledged
She popped his eye
Then ran outside
Then started driving
On the passenger side
Homeboy was smiling, she go..

[Hook 2]

[Verse 5]
And so, these girls
These vulnerable girls
Took they men up
Put em in their world
Their vulnerable world
And just like that it was
Only getting they feelings hurt
Tell me how that sound?
They got fed up with the
Biggest question mark
They curious now
Cause when women get sick of men
They think of a big helping hand
To lend each other under cover emotions when lights dim
So when she telling her to come over
It'll be alright
The minute she hit the block
And turn left, she'll be turning dyke, they go..

[Hook 3]
Fuck with other bitches
When they tired of these niggas
Fuck with other bitches
When they tired of these niggas
Fuck with other bitches
On the side cause these niggas..

Tammy's song

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