Joe Scudda - Groupies lyrics

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Aiyyo

I don't know what the fuck is goin' on with these broads out here man

Hoes need to get it right, ha. On the real dog. Check me

Yo, check how this lame broad

Tossed this brick through my window

Slashed my rims and keyed my pain job

It ain't hard to imaginin'

Especially when you're dealin' with a chick who's got more problems than calculus

Wanted the dick but couldn't handle it

On some Angelina Jolie shit

Have my blood in an amulet

It fucked me up dog, I took some anger management

How'd I get here?

Let's examine it

First of all, I ain't the one to call you a hoe

Please pardon this

Y'all thinkin' Phonte is a misogynistic? No

But I'm sick of all these chicken's screamin' "Gimmie mines"

Gettin' the thin line

Between sex and love intertwined

I seen that shit happen too many times

I hit it Monday

By Wednesday she want to pick out mini-blinds

And in my bed she want to lay in

It's time we review the rules and regulations of this game we playin'

My girl is the quarterback, the one who's in charge

Your ass is just a rookie on my practice squad

And you know just what I'm talkin' about

So if I put you in the game, run my play, stop tryin' to audible out

By sendin' 50 page e-mails and calls to the house

Leavin' jewelery in the car, perfume on the couch

Scudda know just what I'm talkin' about

I know exactly what you talkin' about

Check it out, listen

Ayo, this chick said I don't play right

But am I wrong cause she call me up late night

And let me lay pipe

Got me feelin' like a plumber

And I have no prob

With lettin' my people run her

Tay, check how I done her

Read her like a book

Could tell she was a groupie

She just wanna be seen by Scuds in the movies

Tell little girls how she do me

And how she been with me

How I take her out at night and spend $50

Do I look like a herb?

That's a picture not seen

How I'ma be with this bird

That I hear trickin' cream?

Switch to Nordstroms please

All Scudda givin' you is sore throats and ashy knees

Bitch freeze

You ain't gettin' no cheese

Oh you wanna go out with your girls?

You ain't gettin' no keys

Yeah yeah, I know the game's pricey

But how I'm gonna look

Givin' you shit that I don't get my wifey?

You better find another lame

Try another game

24-7 Scudda

There's no other name

With my man Phonte

We run through y'all groupies

From outta town to chicks around the way

Yeah, these broads kill me man. They see your boy in the club man (Word?)

You know what I'm sayin'? Doin' his little thing and they-they

Askin' for shit like "Buy me a drink"

Bitch, buy me a drink! What the fu-

Hey ayo Scudda Scudda, I feel you I feel you dog

Hey check it out dog. Man, check out how the day... groupie ass broads

These groupie ass niggas rolled up on me! Check it out man

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