Wednesday: 4:20 P.M.
Don't you fuckin' hang up on me, who the fuck do you think you are?
Do you know who the fuck your hanging up on?
Don't fuckin' hang up on me
(Oh man I'm sick of these bitches)
Wednesday: 8:20 P.M.
Jermaine? where are you?
(Oh God, God, more bitches)
JD - Ya know, I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches
Da Brat - I'm about sick of these dumb muthafuckas that bullshit
JD - Ya know, bitches be playin' too many games, ya know, we don't play
no games
Da Brat - Man, fuck niggas, all of ya's are dumb muthafuckas pricks
JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait
When ya know deep down she wanna get down
But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around
Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to fuck on the
first date
Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no
And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to
go
[Da Brat]
It's funny how niggas get a bitch bent, and wanna fuck till there stiff
dick get lift
Gotta pay for my shit, my grit, my six, love me like I love a dog with
interest
I don't flaunt for no broke nigga with garnet, if his heart's in it
start spinnin'
Keep me grinnin' with that shit, we could fuck till the springs pop on
the matress
The fact is I'ma flat bitch, I show that, you muthafuckas would love to
hit 'em in bed, no doubt
Some of ya'll give head too quick, in the bed too quick, first think of
them chest then
If he leave you, you could still grieve through the weak with a few G
snacks, easy
If it's me you wanna get at, I'm with that, invest in some pussy ass
grit at
JD