Nashiem Myrick - Girlfriend lyrics

[Cease] Yo, you got some nerve hoe While Irv blow Form as Leo Watching the Roy Jones fight in the third row Chick like Cease, you the hottest I heard yo I'm like yeah right trick Wish like words yo I spin around see my ex I ain't hurt though She had to see my face Ice made my shirt blow Work hoe No thong on with her skirt low Skate with the eight but don't take that bird yo Cats gettin deals and I ain't aggie I got Regis round the world and they ain't Kathie I got money and I ain't happy Chick bout to have a baby And I ain't the daddy I used to get my dough dirty Now I dough and slaughter with it If you know a penny paid Then get it the harder way I don't know why rappers don't give me gifts On Father's Day My son get out of line He get it like Marvin Gaye Chorus [Kelly Price] (So how can I) How can I love somebody else when When I can't (baby) love myself enough, you know When it's time (When it's time) Time to let go Time to let go, time to let go [Cease] Yo, yo Girlfriend, why you lookin mad stressed When the last time you and your man had s** Gimme that number and that address It come with something with easy access, I said Are you shyless or are you guyless Or are you straight up posing topless She said [Meda Montana] Try this, my name's Iris I'm from Cypress, half black and half Irish, uh I got a man, but he beats me Don't know how to treat me If you wanna get freaky, beep me You like that? [Cease] Yeah, I like that When I beeped her, she called me right back I layed my game down quite flat She said she wearing white pants at the station Threw on my white hat with no hesitation White Benz, white nad White on white racing Thinking to myself She might be on the flight with Mason Chorus Easily, security to Cease A Lee Don't pat him down player, he's with me I know, every girl in this club Wanna leave with me But right now Only three with me, uh I went from eating on paper plates To jeeps with paper plates So a chick can, come before my paperchase Wanna hit the cell Roc make em wait If I ain't make a mill I can't take a break I like to vacate down in Bermuda Sip my coleurs while I'm headed down to Hooters Everytime we scoop her The chickens wanna tutor Girls wanna fight and Throwing ice from the cooler This chick is a loser Smoke on n***as buddah Dick ride on every n***as scooter Same sh** she said about me She said about Gutta But if it wasn't for this rap sh** I never would have knew her Chorus to fade