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mathematics - eggs, hash & grits lyrics

[intro: streetlife]
this goes out, to all the girls i f-cked before…

[m-speed]
yeah, i smoke weed like rastas in the heat of the night
getting head under the sheet, shorty blowing me right
you know the science god, b-tch deepthroating the mic
getting head for about an hour though, f-cking in the shower though
been jail to once, never lost my man power though
moon a nasty n-gga, ask your bird how i knocked it down
slung the c-ck around, had the b-tch screaming ‘stop it now’
s-x is a law when the doors is closed, d-ck arose
i’m like snoop doggy dogg, i don’t love these hoes
i stick and move like a criminal, taking your cash
if a b-tch got her period, i f-ck in the -ss
booty’s better than the p-ssy, got me nuttin’ as fast, what the deal n-gga?
is it real n-gga?

[chorus 2x: streetlife]
we don’t like cl-ssy chicks, we like a b-tch that suck a ashy d-ck
and when she done, don’t ask for sh-t
big -ss and t-ts, new tricks, handcuffs and whips
in the morning, eggs, hash and grits

[drama]
yo, i used to be vexed and sh-t, hate b-tches
n-ggas i know, thugged out, but straight digging
n-ggas like me, jigged out, but ain’t getting
then i said ‘alright, ok’, the way he’s tricking
then they put me on to the game, ain’t straight pimping
bodies, hoes, l!cks and sh-t, they start stripping
only face f-ck them hoes, no fish l!cking
only do you kiss them, where you know where their lips been
never tell them you love ’em, never tell ’em you miss ’em
have ’em in the kitchen, scrubbing drawers and dishes
never be too nice to hoes, they won’t listen
this what happens when you nice to hoes, pay attention
had a bad chick, fly like f-ck
quick to brag about her, quick to big her up
when chilling at her house, n-ggas grilling me for what
just to throw it in they face, i stay feeling on her b-tt
slob the chick down, start holding hands and stuff
so my man street put me on, “yo, drama, yo what up?”
i know you think she wifey, but you dealing with a sl-t
them n-ggas that was grilling you, was feeling her with nut
f-ck a b-tch, n-gga… n-gga, f-ck a b-tch, n-gga… what?

[chorus 2x]

[outro: drama (girl)]
aiyo, come over here ma, what’s the deal? (what, n-gga, what?)
come on, ma, you know you got love for me (i ain’t f-cking with you, n-gga
i ain’t f-cking with ya broke n-ggas) you crazy b-tch?
you get a f-cking new skirt, don’t know how to act
(what, my skirt is fly, i’m a cl-ssy b-tch)
what? who lying in ya face (f-ck you n-gga, f-ck you)
ma, your weave is not even that tight
(f-ck you, i got a man, n-gga, i got a man, f-ck you, see i’m a cl-ssy b-tch
tell one of them broke -ss… n-gga f-ck you, i’m a cl-ssy b-tch)
stop lying to yourself, ma
(i’m cl-ssy) yo come over here, man, stop playing, your punk -ss…
i’m as broke as your lint in your pockets
(whatever, f-ck you, n-gga, i’m a cl-ssy b-tch)
just because you pay rent yourself… hehehe…

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