We want
to send this out to all the fake -ass hoes
Not for the real black woman,
don't get offended by this
Just for them trick -ass
bitches that be up in the clubs
Y 'all know them wannabes,
tryna be where we at
All up in the player's ride
Fake -ass hoes
Sit tin' back,
chillin' at my old man's condo
Me and my girl just had some
trouble at the pondo
Since I've been chasin' manhood,
I left a sarin card there
But tonight, ayo,
let's flip the
Carringtons
Sippin' on the act,
who the fuck is comin' back?
Seen
Angie, everything was looking
fine and dandy
When I hit that candy man she
gone be mine or mine
I ask her what you drinking
booze she told me just a hind
Laid back,
all mac with the oomph that made me clear
One drink I say yeah, me and
Angie were right there
I'm real I move solid,
flap to the corner
Knocked her bone just to put her on
Let her know I wanna explore her body
From the root to the toot, see that smile
In the stretch marks my child
ask about the boots
Yeah, the girl was all that, to say the least
Got a tap on the shoulder,
saw her husband on the bullshit seat
Black wo man
All you bitches frontin',
wonderin' if life is a game
They call me a player,
or a low -down dirty shame
Black woman
I see you sleep on the couch
waiting for me to come in
I get you up, you holla, motherfucker,
where you been?
Bitch, I told you where I was, ho,
before I even went
You know about places I go
and how much time I need
I'm trying to make something hap
pen with this rapping
I ain't just smoking weed and
have to come home to you
Talkin' shit, thinkin' I'm out there fuckin'
a bitch you don't believe in
Smell my dick, take a whiff, ah,
it's fresh, ain't it?
So don't be askin' questions,
cause I don't feel like explainin'
I do all that I can, but bitch,
you're never satisfied
And always have your motherfuckin' mind poked,
God, black woman
All you bitches puttin' on
the nip like it's a game
Label me a player or a low -down,
shame
Black woman
Damn,
Mike, y strange
Why worry about a bitch on
my side leggin' for change?
You see, once I step through the door,
bitches know the issue
Niggas cryin' over these
nothin' assholes
Like
Tito, give him tissue
Give a bitch a cheek every now and then,
I get a blister
Plus, I don't know where your
lips done been
You think I wanna handcuff your pussies,
I'ma
Let you be some hooker hoes,
niggas know I hoochie mamas
I never understood respect
But I do know that you hoes would do just
what you do for a piece of check
For you fast ass, pretty little,
shitty little hookers that be frontin'
You hoes cannot fuck with
Smitty
Cause I be layin' this here to him, ask him
Ask me if I give a fuck, I'm standin' on the top,
gettin' down
Clownin' around,
I'm gettin' a fuckin' dope
In my pocket tips, you wanna flip and bop,
then I am not the one to stop it
Mama ain't raised no pups,
I ain't gonna quit
Talkin' bout you roachin' assholes,
cause you full of shit
Black woman, haha
Yeah, okay, you just determined to
turn my motherfuckin' page up
But look, this is why I called you back
Let me explain something to you
You motherfuckers run around chasing after
the motherfuckers with the lifestyle of the
rich and famous.
And the motherfuckers that really care something about you,
you turn your nose up at.
That's where you gonna get your ass
dogged just like you deserve.
You nasty, rotten, disgusting,
pathetic piece of shit.
I hope your motherfucking ass be hanging out so
far that your mama won't let you come back
I hope you
got your nails and shit done,
so you can go out on the strip and stand on the
corner with the rest of them bitches,
cause your bitch ass is faker than a motherfucker,
you nasty, pathetic piece of shit,
you slimy cock bitch.
Fucked up.
All these bitches want to do something,
that's right.
Facemob 
