Текст песни Luniz f Devin the Dude, KB - Issues
Luniz f Devin the Dude, KB - Issues слова песни
[ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ]I think it was Friday night, I met her at the clubApple Martini-ed up, smokin bud with my thugsThen yo yo, there she was, trиs bon booty ( *French* )Like Beyoncй no fiancй, let`s keep in touchI wanted to beat it up, cause she was a superbadI mean with all that ass, same night hit it that fastWe at her mega pad, still diggin like a sav`We poppin x tabs, the head was extra lav`But this her baby dad and he don`t live with herAnd at his grandma`s pad they left the kids with herSo that explains the pictures I see of this niggaShe says she`s low on scrilla, she wanted gifts for herSo she can get her nails done and get her weave fixedAnd I can`t stand no nappy hair bitchAnd so I break off bread, nothin but pocket changeShe blew my socks again and then I hopped in the RangeAnd then she kept on askin for bread, like everyday"My children need some aspirine, I got some bills to day"Now what am I to say, cause Yuk, he love the kidsPuffy sell millions, but Yuk, he love the kidsSo I broke off bread, I did it for the kidsNever trust a bitch, never think Yuk a trickI got the slut dismissed, she got the dismissalI ain`t fuckin with you, bitch, you got too many issues[ CHORUS: Devin the Dude ]You got too many issuesHere, let me get you some tissueNo, I don`t mean to diss youBut you want me to give you some money, quit actin funnyBaby girl[ VERSE 2: KB ]Time after time, rhyme after rhymeI look around, some hoe after mineBut I`m just steady on the low, steady `bout my flowWhy try to keep a hoe steady when they be steady wantin mo`?I don`t want no hoe all on my back, all up in my sackBefore I burn one, at every corner that I turn onHoe, get a life ( ? ) boppin all night like you a niggaNeed to be at home with yo damn childrenLike that shit was cool, well ain`t shit coolAbout your children missin schoolBecause you done cut a fool at the club last nightAnd you ain`t ( ? ) sixRan into a couple of ballers cappin like you broke them tricksBut them tricks make cheese, they pop bottles for funAnd you`ll fuck one just to say you fucked oneHow dumb can one get, didn`t even break bread to get with youAnd walkin round like you the fuckin shit, bitch, you got too many issues[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Numskull ]Bitch, you get rotated through every crew like a tire from BF GoodridgeCause you 21 now, what, you actin like a good bitch?I`m tryin to get my nigga sucked cause he from outta townYou just suck his dick while I weigh out the pounds and then you outWhat you mean you don`t know, don`t you need a little bread?You can feed a starvin child for just a little bit of headYou suck a broke nigga dick but won`t suck a rich niggaHe a white boy, little man, limp dick niggaThree minutes and you gone, then I hit you at your homeGive you a little for your pocket, now your weekend is onI don`t understand, huh? Then why the fuck I`m talkin?Matter fact I`m wastin time, huh, bitch, get to walkinYou try to help a rat bitch, she`ll diss you on some wack shitYou weigh 125, how you still lookin fat, bitch?Save them cheap ( ? ) yeah, I`m tryin to diss youYou a broke-ass, think-you-bad bitch and you got too many issues[ CHORUS ][ uncredited woman ]Nigga, fuck yo broke assYou ain`t got no muthafuckin money anyway, niggaDon`t come over here talkin about I got issuesYou got issuesNigga, you rollin on stopSo don`t even try to come over hereEither you pay me or don`t pay me no muthafuckin attentionSo ehm that`s all this about over hereWhen you look my way I already know you gots to payAll this issue shit, you can take that shit to the next bitchI ain`t the one, niggaPleasePlease believe itFuck thatPay meYeah I got issues, so what?I`m tryin to get fly, youknowmsayinI`m tryin to go to the Century ClubI need $100 on my hairI need uh 50 to go the nail shopI need 200 for that new Iceberg make-upSo uh, what you workin with?Shit, I`m a real bitchYeahAnd I need to get my car washedAs a matter of fact, I`m tryin to roll yo shitDon`t you got a Jag or somethin?Yeah, I`m tryin to roll yo shit, niggaOn the real, me and all my muthafuckin homegirlsWe comin to the party...