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c-mob - what i said lyrics

what i said lyrics
[verse 1: c+mob]
i met this chick at the club
nice sized titties, slim waist, and that ass was thick than a mug
approached her with game
but the time i got her name
i could tell she was looking for some d+ck from a thug
tipped her a dub
and i don’t never really be tipping b+tches, i’m sipping on a fifth and was buzzed
her shift finished up
she came over, sat on my lap and she started with the kissing and hugs
i gripped on her jugs
long story short came home and the p+ssy just fit like a glove
was drunk we were f+cking and i said some thangs that shе took too serious and slipped into love
sh+t, now i’m f+ckеd
it’s 9:00 a.m. and she’s telling me that we should be together
d+mn i shoulda never
brought her to the crib i shoulda f+cked her in the car and dropped her off where i met her
now i gotta sever every single tie to the broad
should i tell the truth should lie like a dog?
most women they can’t handle the truth they’d rather try to put a butcher knife to your b+lls
it’s creeping me out, she could be a psycho b+tch and i just let her sleep in the house
i shoulda thought about that sh+t last night, i was eating her out, d+ck deep in her mouth
dammit i’ma never drink gin again when i’m in the club mobbed out and i’m puffing a dominican
shoulda learned my lesson from last time when i passed out and i woke up with a stripper named cinnamon
don’t need a girl
they fight and they plot
and they wanna fight whether they’re right or they’re not
she said ” but you spent all night in the tw+t and you said that you liked me a lot”
[chorus: c+mob]
f+ck what i said (then)
i was really drunk, i was checking out your rump i was only tryna get you into bed (bed)
blame it on the game
and i be the doing same for the bread thanks for the head (head)
we had a good time, here’s your panties get up outta my apartment
i don’t mean to be rude
cause i’m not that kinda dude so don’t get no attitude or start sh+t

[bridge]
but…you said you loved me

[verse 2: c+mob]
no
i said i love the way you ride a d+ck baby you do it like a pro
i love the way you take it from the bedroom all the way to the kitchen any position and took it in every hole
even on the floor
gotta be delirious if you take it serious i just really want a hoe
i’m no longer trying to get it if you want me to be committed if you with it we can do it on the low
now you gotta go
please leave your number on the nightstand
no need for blundering or fighting
i’ll call to touch up and we might plan
for me to crush you like a sprite can
look girl, i’ve never been a dumb f+ck
i don’t fantasize about feeling tongues touch
but i do fantasize about busting all over you so if you want it you can be my little cumsl+t
i don’t really want a wife i need a personal freak
that don’t get emotional and she can work her physique
not a ill+tempered women full of dirt and deceit
if you want the job you can start the first of the week
she said “i’m tired of men always wanting to hit it with no strings attached. you said you liked the p+ssy if you want it then be my man so now think of that”
[chorus: c+mob]
f+ck what i said (then)
i was really drunk, i was checking out your rump i was only tryna get you into bed (bed)
blame it on the game
and i be the doing same for the bread thanks for the head (head)
we had a good time, here’s your panties get up outta my apartment
i don’t mean to be rude
cause i’m not that kinda dude so don’t get no attitude or start sh+t

[bridge]
but…we should be together

[verse 3: c+mob]
wrong
i’m starting to realize that we should probably never even got it on
your already bugging me and i can see you’re turning real ugly
don’t be loving me i’m tryna get you gone
don’t forget your thong
don’t be getting attitude i ain’t getting mad at you that you’re here past dawn
i’m trying to address the situation and not have a confrontation i’m patient but you’ve been here too long
and i don’t need a b+tch clinging on
calling my crib and coming up to my job yelling “bring it on”
telling me your pregnant when you know i’m not the daddy
you’re vandalizing my caddy
and my phone keeps ringing on
i done been through that before
and i won’t let another hoe try to do it again
all i really wanna do is f+ck you and your friend
if you’re wanting more you’re outta luck you in the wind
trust that, no strings
and when you see the nut sack don’t cling to that
most definitely cause that won’t bring ya back
and then you’ll wanna bust caps and swing a bat
i’m not the type to get involved in long relationships with a chick that i f+cked right after the club i don’t know who you got me mistaken with
i’m not the type of motherf+cker that’d get a piece of the p+ssy and then he’ll fall head over heels
i don’t get emotional instead i’ma chill
i don’t need a women just bread for the bills
she said “i’d do anything to get a man i could do right by and i don’t know what i might try. f+ck you motherf+cker you said you were a nice guy.”
[chorus: c+mob]
f+ck what i said (then)
i was really drunk, i was checking out your rump i was only tryna get you into bed (bed)
blame it on the game
and i be the doing same for the bread thanks for the head (head)
we had a good time, here’s your panties get up outta my apartment
i don’t mean to be rude
cause i’m not that kinda dude so don’t get no attitude or start sh+t

[outro]
you know what, f+ck you

- c mob lyrics

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