[Verse 1: Kirko Bangz]
I met this one b**h
Her name was ugly; should've known I shouldn't have f**ed with
But see, when I'm thinking with my dick, everything's switched
I'm Shaq boy, on the block tryna' hit a lick
Like I ain't give a sh**, knowing that I gave a f**
Like what if my n***as found out that I was f**ing her
The one we talked about in school, used to chop her up
But my dick tell me I'm a fool if I don't chop her up
I mean she stay around the corner, won't nobody know
Besides I'm tryna slide inside, then I gotta go
Gave her my number, told her to keep it on the low
She cracked a smile like, "Trust me, won't nobody know"
Stupid b**h had me fooled everytime I pulled
Up to the house I felt bad like, "What the f** you doin'?"
Super head-hunter everynight it's goin' down
But that bad part is that she weigh about three hundred pounds... Damn
[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
Man, I done f**ed some ugly b**hes
I'm a keep it real dog, I done f**ed some ugly b**hes
On the real man, I done f**ed some ugly b**hes
C'mon dog, man you know f**ed some ugly b**hes
f** it, my n***a, I done f**ed some ugly b**hes
On the real dog, I done f**ed some ugly b**hes
I keep it trill with y'all, I done f**ed some ugly b**hes
C'mon dog, man you know you f**ed some ugly b**hes
[Verse 2: Kirko Bangz]
Remember back when I was in school, at that Prairie View
Where the girls real; freaky, fine, very few
Sophisticated, my conversation has designated
To get them drawers in the walls like I'm renovatin'
I never thought that I would find myself fornicatin'
With a b**h that looked like she had born a baby
After I f**ed, I threw up, "I need some toilet paper"
Sick as f**, throwing up, naw I'm just playin'
But sh** I could've when her friend said I ate her out
That ugly b**h man I swear I coulda' laid her out
I wanted to look for her, but sh** I couldn't though
Cause the last time we f**ed, I let her take a picture yo... Damn
[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz]
sh**, now when I'm out here on the road out here doing shows
Nine times out of ten, I been gettin' chosed
But sometimes, somedays man, sh** be slow
And I tend to f** with a b**h I shouldn't though
Like that one chick, I call her Red, never got the no
She caught me as I left the club; grabbed me at the door
And said, "I'd do anything to get a chance with you."
"Oh for real, like what? ", She said, "You tell me boo"
"sh**, ain't no trippin' here's my phone put yo' sh** inside"
"Come through I got some liqour baby, we gon' chill tonight"
I got through, seein' her phone and something wasn't right
Six kids, the b**h told me she was forty-five...
What the f**