Shame (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid)

It's two AM and the place is gonna close

Time to shut it on down, baby, know what I'm sayin'?

The bartender looks as though he knows

You sure you wanna do this shit tonight

'Cause it might hurt, baby, you know what I'm sayin'?

Everybody's, everybody's been at home

Might hurt you when I

Get up in the mornin' and leave, you know what I'm sayin'

Here we sit

Take that walk, you know what I mean?

Slammin'

When I hit you up I'm talkin' about bangin' something

Chill off in your crib and have a thing

Probably make it stank or somethin'

Girl, you like my bottom bitch, post my bail, pay for my lawyer

Play your position when them other hoes get out of order

When you wanna gimme dat pussy you purchase a plane ticket

Run around town, when I bust her down

They want shit like them lames did it

Got her dick whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick

Basically if this bitch lay with me, she payin' me, I'm on some pimp shit

For real, this two AM club was 'bout to close up

Thumbin' through my contacts 'bout to call one of my hoes up

Then I met you, kicked game and followed you to the breakfast spot

Fuck you like I married you that night up in the Marriott

Screamin' like you got yo cherry popped

Fucking, switching up positions

Thought this shit would never stop

Motherfuckin' intermission, damn

Here we are again

We go again, baby

Gotta take that walk now

It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby

But that's only if you know the game, baby

Later I can't be the one to blame, baby

But for now, take the walk of shame, baby

It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby

But that's only if you know the game, baby

Later I can't be the one to blame, baby

But for now, take the walk of shame, baby

Walk away with your head up, you know what I'm sayin'?

Straight slammin'

Sleepin' with pistols under my pillow

We wake and bake, she up naked and twistin' up cigarillos

I beat that Thursday night and Friday morning, off to work she go

Time to take that walk, just take this dick, don't take it personal

Yo friends probably gonna call you a ho, what you trippin' on

Them bitches want a grip from the same dick you be sittin' on

And yo girl Monique, she be hitting me when her **** gone

Tryna buy some weed, she proceed with nothin' but Vicky's on

Nothin' but ass and titties, but I let that ass convince me

Took it in that, hit that, wish I could say it was accidentally

Like I stepped on a banana peel and fell in that pussy

Y'all **** be spending all kind of scrill to get in that pussy

And she cop a seven every Friday

Chuck the deuces at her baby Daddy as I pulled up out the driveway

For real

Here we are again

Here we go again

Back in your pussy, baby, you know what I'm sayin'?

It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby

But that's only if you know the game, baby

Later I can't be the one to blame, baby

But for now, take the walk of shame, baby

It ain't gotta be the walk of shame, baby

But that's only if you know the game, baby

Later I can't be the one to blame, baby

But for now, take the walk of shame, baby

We go again