This is to my niggas up in here with they fuckin' shorties and shit
Your girls
Your wifies and shit
This is to them niggas...
Victoria don't know how to keep a secret
Like a nigga need pussy, a bitch need dick
Statistics show that out of every ten hoes
Whether married or in love done cheatin' befo'
And if they did it once, they'll probably do it again
Turn your back, Jerry Springer style, she's screwin' your friend
And that alone's enough to make any nigga furious
Nigga you wasn't hittin' it right, maybe she's just curious
You dead serious, your girl all gigglin'
Just 'cause she know I'm right, somebody slid up in that clitoris
(somebody slid up in that clitoris)
(somebody slid up in that clitoris)
How to know if your girl cheatin'
Does she go out every weekend?
Freakin', you and her hardly speakin'
She hang with hoes, and you hate them chicks
Leave the club around Three, don't get home 'till Six
Probably met some nigga, she ain't goin' home
Claim the battery died on her mobile phone
You found a number, she swear she don't know who's it is
She know more niggas than you in the music biz
You try to talk to her, but she's in her own world
On the phone with some nigga, actin' like it's her homegirl
You don't think your girl got bones in her closet?
Bring it up she starts an arguement and change the topic
Aiyo, turn it up, and take a look at your bitch
If she smilin' somebody stuck a dick in your bitch
Now think about when you're not around, who she be wit'?
And think about the bullshit you got away wit'
You better pay attention now, or you gon' cry later
Middle of the night, a nigga blowin' up her skypager
You can't hear it though, she got it on vibrator
She be creepin' 'cause you think she gon' violate her
When you havin' sex is she already sore?
Did the pussy feel like it was tighter bef
