212 Recording - POS lyrics

[Intro] Ha, sh**, ha She say i'm a p.o.s b**h, it's probably true [Verse 1] Damn, am i atrocious or aggressive Don't like my approaches We don't ever split up Someone call Moses, this is ridiculous I say, "f** you!" She approach with the fist up We in rush hour Eyes black like Chris Tuck Only way i fix this here, get my dick s** Oh ya i'm a sick f** Sick of probation officers holdin' piss cups Picture me in Pittsburgh With Jerome Bettis Getting lettuce while i sip syrup And i got a fetish for Alexis in a thin skirt sh** i'm a dog but a pimp first Pinnacle of dollar bill inserts Significant worth, i'm a jerk though Treat her like she only want a dollar bill from me And a fur coat But she want love I'm dessert cold See her every nine to five But we don't work so She say i'm a P.O.S P.O.S., P.O.S., P.O.S f** you, she say that i'm a... sh**, you sayin' im a P.O.S f** you [Verse 2] We exchange perceptions She don't say nothing positive Say i don't know women and they prerogative Say that technically we are opposite She a nice girl I'm a wolf inside a metropolis Obvious i got my insecurities and impurities And ambition for currency But currently she was working on herself Said she had her bags packed Be moved out by the twelve Well f** it, you took your heart up off the shelf I slain mine They say that love is a casualty No it's petty crime And they ain't got no justices They just got grapevines And the rumors they travel far You gonna hate mine I tell 'em you f**ed every motherf**er in my whole clique And my old b**h And the man that you met at Fubar in the two car in '06 Like oh sh** You say i'm a piece of sh** Well it's probably true b**h I'm just making peace with it, and [Chorus] [Verse 3] She tell me that i'm the bad guy Hit her with low blows She set appointments I give her no show See us together but i am solo With red cups and she fed up with seeing These photos with bimbos that's online "f**'s yo problem" Kicked me out of that room Late night when she found them condoms in my pocket Tried to say they wasn't mine I'm a damn lie And i'm s**in' her dry Who is the vampire At first she's bitin' on me There is left hooks She went Tyson on me Told me that i ain't sh** Started throwin' vices on me And that's when i get name callin' And i bring up fights with her father And the temperature inside the room Just get hotter And i ain't takin' sh** from a stupid b**h yo' And that's a promise And she tell me, "Be honest, like did you love me?" And i say, "Hell nah b**h, it was a f** thing." And that's why i'm a P.O.S [Outro] Piece of sh** I get that one a lot You know, like i just don't got the patience to be dealing with this sh** And, and this is who you are dealing with b**h A stone cold individual I've been called heartless, a**hole But they say that i'm a P.O.S