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Soulja Slim
Soulja Slim
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Soulja Slim
Soulja Slim
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Write me, bitch, I'll write you back, uh-huh
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Ho, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh, so won't ya
Write me, bitch, I'll write you back, uh-huh
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Ho, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh, uh-huh
What's up, old girl, with your big, healthy ass?
As for me, I'm just chillin', I'm waiting on my time to pass
Right now, I'm writing ya from the hole, I got thirty days
Can't use the phone, can't get no visits, that shit drive me crazy
Who ya been fuckin' with since I've been locked down?
You say nobody, but that's a lie, **** probably drown
In that pussy 'cause another **** hittin' it, ho
But yo, it's cool, 'cause when you catch it, yo, the hoes gets ghost
But when you touch down, them hoes insist they be around
When I was back, I tell ya, they won't be down
Or be down now, bangin' her once, sometimes I called
I'm thinkin' bout fuckin' ya like a dog and leave ya hangin'
You left me hangin', why I can't do the same thang then?
Playin' raw, fuck ya best friend and make y'all go to war
Over this slim in the waist, cute in the face ass ho
You used to lay the dope dick down, but now, I give it to 'em sober
Them hoes don't know how to act, they be goin' crazy
Won't shake a **** up, talkin' about they pregnant with my baby
At least, that's what you told me
Now, you gave some other **** the charge, actin' bad, don't want jokes, man
Write me, bitch, I'll write you back, uh-huh
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Ho, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh, so won't ya
Write me, bitch, I'll write you back, uh-huh
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Ho, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh, uh-huh
My boy told me that he fucked ya and ducked ya
And bought ya pair a jeans outta structure, ya musta
Thought you was playin' catch back
Might as well give all my people the pussy if you gon' do it like that
'Cause I can give a lully mothafuck
If you gon' give that pussy to discos, fever with dubs
Just keep it in the family
Like that dog bitch Dana did, ya understand me?
We ran through that ho like we used to run in the Millia
Ya best-a have ya vest on, that pussy there'll kill ya
But yo, she was a down bitch
Not the ordinary clown bitch, that like to hang around bitch
And smoke all ya weed up
She get a buckle just for being her, so we get D'd up
And she gon' break it off soon as I hit that world
I want the money, don't gimme no pearl, don't gimme no girl
And if I get in touch right now, I bet she jokes a ****
Like what? Like she's 'posed to, ****, so won't ya
Write me, bitch, I'll write you back, uh-huh
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Ho, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh, so won't ya
Write me, bitch, I'll write you back, uh-huh
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Ho, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh
My fo-sho bitch, she got me sick
She way outta town gettin' full of that dick, she's not jossin' me
But I know, one mothafuckin' thing, I throw that ho
She's comin' back like a boomerang, but I'm gon' duck and dodge her
Lookin' for some overshore pussy
If I ever get caught in this situation, they gon' joss with me
Until I let it go
She be a head over heel ho behind who? Behind Soulja Slim
I wrote this rap for the **** doin' time
But they supposed to be your lady on they mothafuckin' mind, now
You know a ho gon' be a ho
And a **** gon' be a ****, fo sho, so how you figure?
That your old lady keepin' it tight
She told ya that she loved ya on the phone, and just got fucked last night
Now, how I know that self explanatory shits
Elementary hoes been gettin' full of that dick soon as that **** touch the penitentiary
At random 'cause I done slammed to say my man in jail
Bitch, I can't tell 'cause you ain't give me the pussy yet
And I'ma vet, I got some fire conversation
And I'ma hit because them tits a mothafucker
Well, why don't you hook a **** up, yeah?
Write me bitch, I'll write you back
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Yeah, think about a ****, yeah, yeah, yeah
Write me bitch, I'll write you back
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that, oh
Written by: Soulja Slim
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