[Intro: Future]
Ain't no way around it [x6]
[Hook: Future]
A b**h gon' be a b**h, a ho gon' be a ho
A k**er gon' be a k**er - that's something you need to know
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
A dealer gon' be a dealer, a plug gon' be a plug
My n***as, them my n***as, we just like blood
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
[Verse 1: Future]
I had a young, hot thang f**ed my bro and gave 'em brain
And she expect for me to love her, I can never be a lame
I'm attracted to her s**ually, but she ain't my main dame
We can be the best of friends, shawty, but you off the chain
See I ain't gonna hold it against ya, I'mma keep it pimping with ya
Don't you come at me with issues, ain't tryna get all in your mixture
I ain't tryna come to get ya, you can meet me somewhere on Peach street
At the W on the Fourteenth, ain't tryna f** no ho tryna know me
And they wanna f** my woodie, already smashed the homie
Half of these b**hes phony, singing love songs like Toni
Ms. Braxton you the action, stop acting
Just another sad love song waiting to happen
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[Verse 2: Big Boi]
A k**er gonna' be a k**er, that's regardless of the fact that I'm Tin Man heartless
No love for ya' baby unless you walkin' through my living room braless
With your nipples pokin' through ya wife beater, you the mic eater
She doing Daddy Fat Stacks soon as I meet her
Get it meet her, cut to the chase like a cheetah cause she want that Peta
Pipe her down, gon' wipe her clown when so many n***as un-wiped her down
You hopin' that she gon' turn her life around, about face, a full one-eighty
A ho into a housewife, that's your lady and me, I never give another but a dope baby
With a good time and a dope dick, she love the way I talk and my flow slick
Ain't no way around it
Yo-yo-yo-yo-your b**h in love with my dick
But big don't love her at all, let a monkey n***a pay the bills while I scrub them jaws
Like a test for DNA, TNA, we the A
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[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Ball so had I need ace of spades, livin' life through these ray bans
Drop four, whipped up eight man
How you do that, got great hands
I ain't seen you n***as like Ray Charles, figure I'll drive these eight car
Trynna' figure how I'ma f** these eight hoes, same time increase my bank roll
Broke sh** had my vision blurred, so I went and copped me a quarter bird
Got me a job got work to do, need a job nig got work for you
Hood lil' n***as die by respect, n***as bleeding what they readin' on the internet
Where ya' from? n***a where ya' plug?
Just like I thought, n***as silent thugs
That is a job f** n***as hate, why you think I'm carrying this seven-eight
Twenty-two rounds that'll keep me straight, if I ain't got that then I make and bake
Been gettin' money since baby Nate, red monkey, I'mma watch junkie
Ain't no way really 'round that, made them young n***as screaming, "where the pounds at?"
What
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