Hey Babe

[Intro]
Dame Dash on the slap

Dame Dash on the slap

[Verse 1]
Its something about me that the bitches can't shake
I'm at they job, getting head on brake
They get paid, they peel your boy off half the check
I punch your son in the chest, when he disrespect
A fly gangsta, that send his ass to his room
I'm at the fridge, butt-naked nigga sipping juice
Out the pitcher, some real, real ornery shit
Baby daddy hella pissed, wanna iron Flip
Flat out, cuz I be chilling with my feet up
Looking his bitch in boy-shorts, while she clean up
She makes some mean fly chicken, she can throw down
I Instagram every meal, and show the town
To piss you off, she suck me off then kiss ya kid
I'm through the town having clap outs in her new whip
Dogging her out, treating her like a young slut
While you on the phone crying like a bitch, Young Buck

[Chorus]
These niggas sensitive, 'ill clap you over a female
Straight suckas man, but I won't go into details
Like a train she run the tracks, then she derail
Selling pussy man, but I won't go into details

Un-huh, I won't go into details
Like a train she run the tracks, then she derail
Un-huh, I won't go into details
These niggas sensitive, 'ill clap you over a female

[Outro]
Dame Dash on the slap

Dame Dash on the slap