Lil' Cease - Girlfriend lyrics

rate me

[Cease]

Yo, you got some nerve hoe

While Irv blow

Form as Leo

Watching the Roy Jones fight in the third row

Chick like Cease, you the hottest I heard yo

I'm like yeah right trick

Wish like words yo

I spin around see my ex

I ain't hurt though

She had to see my face

Ice made my shirt blow

Work hoe

No thong on with her skirt low

Skate with the eight but don't take that bird yo

Cats gettin deals and I ain't aggie

I got Regis round the world and they ain't Kathie

I got money and I ain't happy

Chick bout to have a baby

And I ain't the daddy

I used to get my dough dirty

Now I dough and slaughter with it

If you know a penny paid

Then get it the harder way

I don't know why rappers don't give me gifts

On Father's Day

My son get out of line

He get it like Marvin Gaye

Chorus [Kelly Price]

(So how can I)

How can I love somebody else when

When I can't (baby) love myself enough, you know

When it's time (When it's time)

Time to let go

Time to let go, time to let go

[Cease]

Yo, yo

Girlfriend, why you lookin mad stressed

When the last time you and your man had sex

Gimme that number and that address

It come with something with easy access, I said

Are you shyless or are you guyless

Or are you straight up posing topless

She said

[Meda Montana]

Try this, my name's Iris

I'm from Cypress, half black and half Irish, uh

I got a man, but he beats me

Don't know how to treat me

If you wanna get freaky, beep me

You like that?

[Cease]

Yeah, I like that

When I beeped her, she called me right back

I layed my game down quite flat

She said she wearing white pants at the station

Threw on my white hat with no hesitation

White Benz, white nad

White on white racing

Thinking to myself

She might be on the flight with Mason

Chorus

Easily, security to Cease A Lee

Don't pat him down player, he's with me

I know, every girl in this club

Wanna leave with me

But right now

Only three with me, uh

I went from eating on paper plates

To jeeps with paper plates

So a chick can, come before my paperchase

Wanna hit the cell

Roc make em wait

If I ain't make a mill

I can't take a break

I like to vacate down in Bermuda

Sip my coleurs while I'm headed down to Hooters

Everytime we scoop her

The chickens wanna tutor

Girls wanna fight and

Throwing ice from the cooler

This chick is a loser

Smoke on niggas buddah

Dick ride on every niggas scooter

Same shit she said about me

She said about Gutta

But if it wasn't for this rap shit

I never would have knew her

Chorus to fade