Smile In Your Face

[Intro: ?]
Girl, that's the downside of [?]
That's my man, that's my man
I came to motherfuckin' tell
Girl, that's the downside of [?]
I came to motherfuckin' tell
Girl, that's the downside of [?]
That's my man, that's my man
Girl, that's the downside of [?]
That's my man
Girl, that's the downside

[Verse 1: Lady B]
I was [?], chippin' off these hoes
They braggin' on their niggas, now you know how this shit goes
They jokin' and they havin' fun, but miss me, they get scrap it
And talkin' about eachother, clock these bitches always high cappin'
Frontin' high, the nigga ballin' this and ballin' that
A ugly motherfucker but she think that he the shit
Her eye be all swole, from the fistes swingin' hard
But this shits always talkin' about my man up on her job
See, I don't fight over niggas 'cause I'm bigger than the shit
I'ma blow his ass off if I catch him in the clique
I'm stackin' what you lackin', now you bitches got some ana
I leave your ass stankin' like you lost your fuckin' manners
I know your show hater, drop the top and roll clean
And when I watch my storys, bitch, I'm still clockin' green
So Lady B, where are the tricks
The smile in your face, they stabbed through your back
The jealous hoes

[Interlude: ?]
But don't you hate them bitches that walk in the store
Finding out if you do stupid shit
Tryna keep you from stealin' and shit
I hate them hoes
Bitches on commission what I call 'em
You try some fucked up shit, who cares, not good
Where you at bitch? Okay
I tryna abort 'em, you know I ball to a rack and [?] eight of nine [?] of the rack, and go in the fittin' room
But they [?] knock on the fuckin' door, want that
How did those fit?
Like G, they fit perfect with my personal zip up now, bitch

[Verse 2: Lady B]
I finna hit the modern just to let her lookin' stout
And it's so many niggas tryna holler at a pimp
Some niggas was actin' groupie, said
"Hit 'em, I hit 'em rapid"
[?] grippin' [?], oh shit this nigga cappin'
But he was in gang, mane this shit was so lame
Until he stuck his tongue out, now I know what that shit mean
But I ain't with that shit, you see I'm already chosen
And buy me [?] great, I see this fat bitch approachin'
She touched him on the shoulders, screamin'
Hell ho, you talkin' to a bitch?
Hell no, [?] goddamn friend
I said you round for that big momma, you must be like jokin'
You need to scrain your business, [?] and you chokin'
The nigga said: Bitch, I said I cannot breathe, please let me go"
But that was just a [?], let me know it's time to leave
See I can't trust a nigga with material shit and bring you close
'Cause they be the main ones with some ugly-ass jealous hoes

[Interlude: ?]
They ain't gon' be [?], they gon' be a hoe
If they ain't even learn anything from this [?]
They should have learned three new words
No, thank you
You know what I'm sayin', they gon' be a hoe
When that bitch call me a house, go get it
They look [?] here, go get the bitch
You know what I'm sayin', go get it, goddamn it
'Cause see, I want you to go out there and get you a good insurance [?]
'Cause he ain't gon' last long, he gon' have H, H-I-V
Then he gon' have A-I-D-S, the motherfucker gon' be D-E-A-D
And your ass gon' get P-A-I-D

[Interlude: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Yeah, Lady B, when I first met you they had a lil' room out
What's up with that shit they always talkin' about
All them funky-ass bitches

[Verse 3: Lady B]
Jealous-ass bitch, what's up with that shit you talkin' hoe?
Project givin' nightmares, cripplin' fuckin' niggas remaining broke
You stay your ass in visitation, 'cause you stayin' days in jail
Tryna sell rock for rock on the block, you fuckin' up through the mail
Jealous hoes makin' pimpin' strong, with that stupid shit
Fightin' over niggas, then they layin' up with the next bitch
L-O-B-I-N-G-N-I-double-G-A-Z is what they do
When you catchin' a fuckin' [?], load your gun and shoot
[?] knock that hoe-ass, lookin' stupid, scary
Ciefin' [?] in your house, with that hoe, then you shoot that slut
Hollywood is where I'm from, a player, bitches know the game
Stackin' cheese, smokin' trees and still we like to ride clean
Still some bitches like to run their mouth, they ain't havin' thangs
Age thirty-thirty, hairy bitch, when a pistol aims
Sweetness ain't no weakness, just a front to make you think I'm nice
Jealous-ass hoe, I took your nigga, get a fuckin' life, want