These triflin ass hoes give real women a bad name They steadily tryin to run mad game To me they don't exist, like a sniper wit bad aim
Bitches be thinkin that their pussy is worth gold Like when God made them, he must have broke the mold But me and Styles are her to let the truth be told
Triflin hoes come a dime a dozen If u aint talkin bout money, a bitch will fuck ya cousin She'll have twenty niggas on "Maury" takin DNA and cussin
Then come 2 find out, the bitch wasn't really pregnant She was so scandelous, Maury had to cut to the next segment
A triflin hoe expect to get with a nigga with wealth But the problem is, they don't try to take care of self U better strap up, because triflin pussy is bad 4 ya health
Hoes don't care about personality, they just wanna nigga 2 make their bed rock Their morals and mentalities are twisted like a dreadlock They probably got about 5 babies out of wedlock!!
STYLES C.:
She
Push Sexy to the Third degree
Me?
Walk by every ...BIRD"...I see
She
Conceives thoughts Of conquering me
Me?
I studied those lessons Never let em get the best of C
She
Swears to God I'm the only one that's shes loving
Me?
I know that Nito smashed What type of game is she running?
She
Forgot Those Brooklyn dudes Us cats are far from fools
Me?
I reversed the roles
Had her Washing my clothes
Smiling
All the time she was losing control
Rubbing my feet Singing Destiny Childs Cater to Me At the end of the week It was SWV
And they got the nerve to talk shit about niggas U got mothers trainin their daughters to be goldiggers
Beware of the church girls, becuz they're likely 2 be a freak When u see them walkin down the street/ tryin to keep discreet But when a nigga wit rims rides up, they are quick to hit the sheets Alot of these hoes fuck everyday of the week
But what are these chicks gonna do when the looks start 2 fade And they no longer can use their bodies 2 get paid With no education, and the mentality of a girl in 10th grade
Gettin her hair and nails done with child support money Out at the club wit her homegirls gettin scummy Meanwhile her babies are lookin bummy
She says that she's monagamous, but u know that's a fib She got "Gucci" purses, but welfare pays for her crib But she still wants the keys to her nigga's crib Talkin hella shit ,forgettin that she came from a nigga's rib (lol)
STYLES C.:
She's
Living a lie Riding the Escada high
I
See the game Know the truth, go along for the ride
She
Rock the classic Donna Karan sunglasses
I (got stuck...LOL)
Good move ma I'm very much into females into fashion
She
On the first date Inquires about the V
I
Hail a cab And ask why are you worried about me?
She
Frowns her face up And asked...Can we stop at Neiman Marcus?
This bitch is tactless And she hustles backwards Driver pull over at the light I can't take this actress
She
wants to be Ms. Park ave But she's hood like a pissy mattress
I
smiled Got out Told the driver she got this...
Ncognito:
For these skeezers, I have no pity I don't care if she is a dancer in the city With cancer in the tiddy
I laugh when these chicks say they're strictly dickly Then I find out thet they had another bitch lick the kitty
Yo i really am feelin this def a fav. I never been into collabo's because i feel it takes away from the other poet's work and one is usually better than the other but both of ya'll was hot in this equally fire. Im feelin it. You should check out my poem (The love of money) it's similar to this 1. HOt write
omg yall to have some raw callabos yall stay on point.its shit like this that changes my prospective.i am always the lame sucker who tries to be captain super save a hoe great write