Return Of The P

You let a dirty dog off the leash, just expect him to roam I'm tryna see what goes through niggas heads, 'cause it can't be a comb I can't trust a nigga with a haircut, a chain and a phone And if I bought it you can't keep it bitch, it's a loan Let me get this shit up off my chest before I kick you in yours Plotting on how I can do you in While you was doing whores I kind of wished that you were saying less And you was doing more Don't make me clean up every bitch you fucking with I'm good at chores Sliding down the wall crying, I was throwing up for dude Now I want my lick back, I got some growing up to do You showed your naked ass cheeks when I was showing up for you I'm the one who held it down pussy, now it's up for you I gotta admit, I like being played cause that shit turn me up (I'm hot) You can't burn me up I might go buy me a brand new truck I might just get me a brand new man Or make up a brand new dance Whatever I do I won't be sad for you Bitch nigga you blew your chance Point me to the richest nigga in the room I'll make him my bitch Sometimes you just gotta show a nigga you ain't going for none of that shit You gotta leave a nigga in the dirt And don't look back even if he was bleeding 'Cause I'm the baddest bitch breathing I said what I said, bitch I ain't deleting Pop shit in your face, I don't do the sneaking I treat a nigga like he my slut And walk right past him like we ain't speaking I really don't find niggas intriguing I think niggas like being misleading You think your partner is acting like a monster Behind closed doors you're tricking and treating Ay let's go Ain't no nigga trapping me I'm probably trapping him I don't know him, bitch you asking me? You should be asking him Ay I'm not his bitch, I'm not his wife So I'm not nagging him You see me with a nigga, then he tricking I'm not smashing him (bitch ass nigga)