All She Wrote

[Chorus]

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches know as soon as they saw me

Its never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until its over and its all she wrote



[Verse 1]

Your staring straight into a barrel of hate Terrible fate,

Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape

Cupid shot his arrow and missed

Wait Sarah you're late, your train left.

Mascara and eggs smeared on your face

Nights over goodbye, hoe

I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over

Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover

Shoulda' known i was trouble soon as I rolled up,

Any chick who's dumb enough out there I blind fold her,

She still comes back to my crib, Must want me to mess with her mind hold up.

She must've took me for some high roller.

But i wont buy her a soda Unless it's rock n' rye cola. (Faygo's cheaper)

Buy you a bag of fritos I wouldn't let u eat the fucking chip on my shoulder.

If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya

Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pulling 5 molars

You get your eyes swole up I'm on my straight grizzly

So why would i buy you a gay ass teddy bear, bitch, you're already bi-polar



[Chorus]

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches know as soon as they saw me

Its never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until its over and its all she wrote



[Verse 2]

Man TIP told me on this hoe tip

Best tip I could give you to hip you

Never let these traits trick you

Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit

Dig you a hole

Take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch

Shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you

If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns

Like double stick, its you, but fuck it TIP, it's cool

I'm chillin like a Villain

Like the penguin in it's fucking igloo eating fudgesicles

I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you

before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch

you think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you

I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump sums with you

So here's a penny for your thoughts but it won't buy you a cheeseburger although a nickle might just get you one pickle

Fuck it, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue

there's a bombshell, scud missile

Like I just cuss at you to fucking cuss at you

Like before I rapped I was some motherfucking stud

Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle

I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle

So fuck scissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister



[Chorus]

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches know as soon as they saw me

Its never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until its over and its all she wrote



[Verse 3]

Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it TIP

And each one thinks "Say this shit"

Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief

I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine

Let em get a good taste of it

I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now

But in case you didn't

This is so bad, put a sticky note to your forehead and staple it

Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it

So I pace this shit a little bit quicker

That clock come racing in double time

But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time

It may take you pricks to catch on

While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong

Man I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophe "S" on it dog

And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong

But if you gonna tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg



[Chorus]

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches know as soon as they saw me

Its never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until its over and its all she wrote