Side Nigga Anthem

Yeah, yeah
 Look
 I know you got something on your mind
 Ain't no sense in tryna hide it,
 I can tell, I can tell, yeah
 I could be your nigga on the side,
 Keep it secret, girl I promise
 Not to tell, not to tell, yeah
 I got what you want,
 I got what you need
 Hennessy and weed
 Come and holla at a player,
 At a player, yeah
 I know I'm a dog but she love it all
 Come and roll with me,
 We slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah
 Ayy, look
 Hand to God only seem me slip
 Made bad decisions when that pack hit
 I swear lil' mama was a gymnast,
 The way she make her arch and that back bend
 Monogamy or ménage-à-trois
 Mental plight of the black male
 You know you thought the one that you bagged was bad
 So you fuck around and meet the bad friend
 (You ain't shit, nigga)
 Yeah what else is new?
 Ain't in the mood for no lectures boo
 All the weed and Henny got me extra loose
 Still on point like a decimal
 So she was skeptical
 With all that shit talking
 I smashed twice, now she quit talking
 She ain't used to getting good dick
 Off the head, I had to choke
 Slam her like the wrestler move
 (I think I love him girl)
 Yeah well thank again
 And hope you pray you
 Got some decent friends
 Well besides the ones that I done
 Hit already, the tryna freak again,
 They tryna freak again
 I got her sleeping there, skipping classes
 Bending over backwards,
 Rolling up the backwoods
 Cigarello ashes on the fucking mattress
 Once I bless a bitch, she'll never sneeze again like
 Nigga you got me fucked up
 I can't believe you got me
 Out there stuck on stupid
 You out here fucking on
 These raggedy-ass hoes,
 Slanking dick on
 Bitches that ain't even a third of me
 Nigga, you a fucking joke
 I can't believe I wasted all
 This time on your stupid ass
 I've cut off all my hoes for
 Anigga that ain't shit
 Look, I know you got
 Something on your mind
 Ain't no sense in tryna hide it,
 I can tell, I can tell, yeah
 I could be your nigga on the side,
 Keep it secret, girl I promise not to tell,
 Not to tell, yeah
 I got what you want,
 I got what you need
 Hennessy and weed
 Come and holla at a player, at a player, yeah
 I know I'm a dog but she love it all
 Come and roll with me,
 We slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah
 Ayy, look
 Hand to God only seem me slip
 Made bad decisions when that pack hit
 I swear lil' mama was a gymnast,
 The way she make her arch and that back bend
 Monogamy or ménage à trois
 Mental plight of the black male
 Got me stressed dealing with
 All this bad karma,
 On the backend, on the backend
 How you feel though?
 All my old hoes done get the boot like a steel-toe
 You ain't truly living, 'less you found
 A woman you would kill for
 For real though
 Staring at this Henny got me reminiscing
 And pussy popping got me so conflicting
 Now she ask me why
 I'm acting so suspicious?
 'Cause I've been out here
 Fucking other niggas bitches
 Need to pack a bag, the way
 A nigga tripping, oh shit
 All I need is these money trees
 And this life of sinning, that's it
 I swear to God but when you
 Got it all it's kinda hard to miss
 But watching her leave
 Is gon' be hard as shit
 When you realizing that it's too late
 And you call her up and she called it quits
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 Look, I know you got
 Something on your mind
 Ain't no sense in tryna hide it,
 I can tell, I can tell, yeah
 I could be your nigga on the side,
 Keep it secret, girl I promise not to tell,
 Not to tell, yeah
 I got what you want, I got what you need
 Hennessy and weed
 Come and holla at a player,
 At a player, yeah
 I know I'm a dog but she love it all
 Come and roll with me,
 We slidin' through the ATL,
 ATL, yeah