DEB: Hey baby I'm outta here I'm goin' to work.
BITCH: Bitch you know you ain't goin' to no motherfuckin' work! You
prob'ly goin' 'round one of them long cock slimy hoes'
motherfuckin' house!
DEB: Oh you callin' me a liar bitch? I'll fuck you up in here!
BITCH: Who you gon' fuck up? You gon' GET fucked up! I'm tired every
time I motherfuckin' turn around a bitch comin' to me talkin'
'bout, you fuckin' with them ...
DEB: Hey, hold up, hold up, check this out ...
Verse 1: Debonaire
When you first moved in, you ain't talked so slick
All you had to do was clean and take dick
Knowin' that Deb would bring home the bacon
Everything was cool, but now you break him
Sayin' how I don't take you out
Like when we first met, but think about
This motherfucker that bought you cribs
Comin' home to fast food instead of home-cooked ribs
I ain't complained, but you go on
Talkin' 'bout shit like your period's on
Sayin' how I spend too much time
Away from you with those friends of mine
A nigga will be a nigga
And a hoe will think that he's trying to egg her
So, bitch, you better get it straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate
BITCH: JT, I ain't with that shit! How you gon' be a dog and don't
even know it 'round here, bullshittin' me like that? You got me
fucked up! I deserve better bullshit than that! I ain't with
all that fuck-shit, talkin' 'bout, "I don't do this, I don't do
that," man, you better come clean with that fuck-shit! You
know better than that!
JT: Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here!
