(Talking)
Here’s a story
About a bitch
About a bitch I once fucked wit
Now I want ya’ll to listen real close
Shit’s a trip
Peep game
Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me
Damn near a wife to me
The bitch was just right for me
Stood by my side
Used to help me wit my hustle
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle
I used to trust her wit my riches
I be in the kitchen cookin chickens
While she be washin dishes
150,000 in the attic
Pager blowin up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static
I used to make her mad enough to kill
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real
Cuz she never stole nothin
Gaffled by the FED’s 3 4 times and never told nothin
But wait
My bitch is gettin distant on me
No more back rubs and kisses
What’s happenin wit my little misses
Too sleepy for the sex play
Now what’s really going on the same shit the next day
Damn I know she wouldn’t fuck around
Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin sound
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major
I duplicates the cap code to her pager
Now i recieves every beat
Cuz I’ll be damned if my bitch goin be playin me cheap
(Chorus)
Call it what you want but I gotta know
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go (Repeat 2x)
Week and a half flies by and now I
Can’t trust my bitch doin shit