BJ The Chicago Kid - Another Number lyrics

[Verse - Thurzday] Ho is not short for honey, Homie, holy, hobby Inner woods of holly, [sh...] Molly popping by golly While prayers go out to whoever fathers her child A smile is probably what gotcha Catching that old sea ba**, garlic bu*ter on lobster [With bling on,?] she watched ya', act liked she foreign But from the [??] with a rapport for [touring?] Off a n***a cash [int?] [tent?] be obscurrin' [Flirt?] with your [chaps,?] she in search of Ralph Lauren [?] pull your cash low and cook campaign pouring She drunk off Rose thinking no dick the morning All [?] spade with the ace big bust Small waist look good, and do better with a face To use what she got to put your balls in her palm When she leaves she puts her ring back on [Hook - Bj the Chicago Kid] Yeah, when the clock stops, you're just another number Then it's the next stop, never see her again Again until the beat drops Her friends think shes a star now But fellas know she's a [?] But you're just another number [Verse 2 - Thurzday] These hoes will stick you up p**y gonna chased mouse Ransacking your house, swiping your account Multiple amounts, that all brought doubt But made you forget because that magic in her mouth That you thought was free, when she put ten on three Ran that game like she got her own money And don't leave no n***a [?]?] sunny Daddy [and?] shoes gave her the psyche of a junkie Addicted to the pipes of athletes, and more... Them panties an open door, accustom to all fours They say love is the duty of the soul So is it beautiful to only love whatever grows on trees (What separates the women from the hoes) [?] is never good, until your eyes' seen worse So I hope you stay clean from the dirt And keep them jazzy bells off the collar of your [?] shirt [Hook:]