It B's Like That

yeah (yeah)

Singer* ohhh

(one more time)

Singer* ohhh

(uh huh)

Singer* ohhh

(where we at?)

Singer* ohhh

(AZ)

It's been official best wishes I send em wit you

Never sentimental you know the shit a nigga into

I'm cross-country it's big pimpin all the broads want me

I'ma do this till the law confront me

F**k a slow jam kissing and holding my hand

I'm a cold man stay flippin gettin that fam

Who can blame me for all those days you tried to game me

Switch and change me did shit that made me angry

It's like payback watch the shit you say on this track

I heard the stories how you get down lay on yo back

True confessions why ask so i'm sexxin

Who i'm blessin and if a nigga use protection

(Singer)

I've been feelin bad but not bad enough

Not to walk away Oh no

Feelin so sad cause thought you were my girl

Since you betrayed me it's on...on.....

You know your wrong for trying to play me

Now he's gone cause he's back wit me

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He wasn't yours when he was mine I can't believe

That you got down like that

And now you know just how it b's

Because it b's like that

(repeat)

(Singer)

Never thought you just hurt me worse

(how do you just) How do you just go on?

Can't believe you tried to say it was someone else

When it was you that I saw

You know your wrong for trying to play me

Now he's gone cause back wit me

Chorus

(Animal)

I could see the whole game through the platinum frames

I done hit niggas wifes I ain't sayin no names

I just drive through ya block in convertible drops

Hand you and your best friend Sharon a rock

Copped a house on a hill six car garage

Back massage I'm into menage a trois

Where I'm living at you can wear shorts in December

You remember stay in the mix like a blender

I'm goin up the middle I'ma spread y'all both

I'm an animal you know I had to hit y'all both

You and the doctor call back go ahead i'ma fall back

Sex was wack but your best friend was all that

Me and honey dip was creepin off for months

Had her blowin on the pipe while I was blowin on blunts

But you is trouble though I cop the six double O

But i'ma let you go with the Lex bubble though

Shorty think I trick alot cause she suck the dick alot

I'm f**kin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot

Singer* Background Singers*

Why'd you have to go and play yourself

Girl you know you were wrong

Now your sitting home all by yourself

The man you thought was yours is gone

(repeat)

Chorus 4x