white dress We ain't getting no younger, we might as well do it Been feeling you all the while girl I must confess Girl let's just get married, I just wanna get married
so nice if Momma got married to stay But Momma gets married and married and married And never gets carried away Oh, Momma, oh, Momma, oh, Momma, get married
Don't cry for your lover There's always another Married man, married men They do it, they do it, they do it, they do it Married, married men Ahh, they
Uh huh, yeah, aw, man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it? After this one you gon' need a root canal I love sugar all of it This one for all the nice
reason why Saw you walkin' by me Strollin' by casually like you didn't know my name Baby, in your wifey's arms Breakin' up my heart You're a married
Can't fuck with us, every car that we in Can't fuck with us, you see, it's somethin' like a sin Can't fuck with us, man, you gotta show love Can't fuck
Man, I need to get me one of those Long hair half braids, California girls California girls (I cant forget about the) Midwest ladies down Southeast Coast
Inside beotch Yeah you know about that Real players The real ones I burn rubber on you quick as hell You need some toilet paper, don't shit on yourself
[Intro: Too $hort (& Cutty)] Nasty bee-yatch (let's go niggaz don't know what to deal a hoe) You just a tramp hoe [Chorus: Cutty Cartel] No I don't like
[Lady humming] Why you wanna treat me [Lady humming] [Too $hort:] I was raised to cope with life Make my own choices and hope I'm right It's uphill all
Damn Can't believe these hoes out here, givin' away the pussy for the low-low Shit, bitches fuckin' everythang, everybody, everyday Damn girl, better
It's almost over hoe, she ain't no hoe Check out somethin' on my computer real quick P, I, M, P, A, N, D, H, O dot com It's Pimpandho.com fo' sho' It
Bitch I'm married I'm married, married to the game I'm married, married to the game I'm married, married to the game I'm married, married to the game
think my greatest hits was gonna be some songs? Nope, just some stories about a bunch of thongs, fo' sho' She's the type that you had to marry You walked
Put a hump in your back and shake your rump Put a hump in your back and shake your rump, hey Put a hump in your back and shake your rump Put a hump in
You're thuggin' and you love the streets Huggin' the block, sellin' rocks, gettin' major heat and niggaz hatin' And you ain't stop to think about niggaz
So [Incomprehensible] so Make me say, oh It's just a little mo' game (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You might need to learn some (Make me say, oh) Listen and
life I left town, I got women all around While I was out soul searchin', guess what I found? The more hoes the merrier, you think I wanna marry her?
