[Verse 1: T.
Aye, in my apartment a long time ago
I knew a bad bitch, but she was kind of slow,
Still gave it up when it’s a few of us,
She let me finger fuck her on the school bus.
We used to cut school with her and run train,
She want to hang with us, we want one thing
Just penetratin her throat, dawg,
She choke on it like smoke, dawg,
But whenever I fucked up my re-up
In a dice game I go see her,
She’ll give me enough to buy a quarter ounce,
And then blow a blunt of that reefer.
She used to buy a nigga new sneakers,
Pay the bill on my beeper,
Just so she can pay to put a 69,
And I know it time to go freak her.
Then one day I just asked her,»
Why you always give your ass up?
I mean damn these hoes get paid
All you do is get laid, this shit don’t add up».
She said, «Tip, all I wanna do is feel love
Even if I know, it ain’t real love,
Even if I know, a nigga only finna hit it
And then never call back, I still fuck».
And that’s fucked up, she’s so trill,
I need somethin’, she go steal,
When the trap hot and police ride,
Nigga, guess where we go chill?
For ‘bout four years she held dope,
And my four pounds till it goes down,
I remember shawty, she stayed down,
I won’t say her name because she married now.
[Chorus: Kris Stephens]
When the lights go out
And I’m in my bed,
I think of all the madness in my head,
All of the things that I did back then.
When I’m in my bed,
I think of all the memories I’ve had,
All of the things I did back then.
[Verse 2: B.o.
She would always turn heads when she’d fall through,
She would always make moves how a boss do,
And she never gave any nigga time of day,
But she the chick all the niggas tried to talk to.
But when it came to me, she had a thing for me,
When we kick it, she roll up the weed for me,
And we’d both cut class post up in the cut steady,
Watchin’ just to see if the police comin’.
We got close over time, her and I,
Right around the time that I first got signed,
Come to think about it I was ‘bout 17,
I ain’t even have a license, couldn’t even drive.
I was goin’ back and forth with these flights,
Another show after show, each night,
She became so suspicious of these other bitches,
She’d go through my phone and we’d fight.
Talk about torn between the two,
Wasn’t really much more that we could do,
Wasn’t really much space for us,
But she stayed down with every tour she seen me do.
But I guess one night I had a few,
Huh, one night I had a few,
Yeah, this little chick that caught my eye,
I told her, «Hurry up, meet me at the room!»
And no, I didn’t have a contraceptive,
And my common sense neglected,
And two months later next thing I know,
I got a text that said, «I’m pregnant».
And you can almost bet she kept it,
That’s the reason why you left me,
On top of all that, it wasn’t even mine,
I went and got paternity tested,
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Wait, hold up, is that you?
With them big ol’ thighs after school?
Jay 305 had gave me high five
When I said I’m in hot pursuit.
You said, “I won’t ride until Kendrick drive
A new Monte Carlo, that cruise”.
And that shot my pride, I tried to improve,
But no freestyle I never do.
You lookin’ for the nigga with the tallest fetti,
You overlookin’ every nigga that ain’t quite ready
To make it rain on you like about to break a levee,
Hold up, that pussy petty.
Yeah, your nails did, your hair did,
Your cell phone is selfish,
It only got numbers that come with a Hummer,
Her new primadonna, I smelt it.
Tried to make you mine, ho!
Tried to make some time, ho!
But I ain’t got the time or the patience
To stop and wait in line, ho!
Her dreams holds Versace,
She fall for Armani,
Only deal with rich niggas,
Fuck you and Mitt Romney!
I’m grown now, I’m on my own now,
Change my phone now,
When I get home now
I got options.
Fast forward, wait is that you?
With them big old thighs after school?
And your three kids and three baby daddies,
And car note that’s overdue?