Anthony Ryan - Side Chick lyrics

(Hook) She keep on servin' me up, she want the right tip We get together, 'n get off...after the night shift Baby girl, you ain't in love you just like dick So why you actin' like the main, you the side chick! [Verse 1: Anthony Ryan] Aww sh**, God damn, here we go again Mr. Ryan throwin' heat, Nolan, flow again! Sorry Mama this the only plan I ever had To give my gift to the present with some better wrap Kick drum, ba** punch sh** that make your face scrunch All my verses poisonous...32 toxic waste dumps Givin' some game to Naismith How he gon' replace him?! All my haters bitter, hella angry like they Plankton They can't get the recipe for sh** that I've been makin' Now they actin' Krabby bout they cash and the bankin' Call up your makeup supplier, tell them ladies "Face it." Cause the base on they face lookin' basic She love the way I drive, ride stick like a pogo Screamin' "Eaastsiide", Jerry West on the logo No amateur wit ice game, Apollo goin' "O NO" Honey I'm the one, 2-3, four loko! Turn up and smash, she know I'm tryna f** Cause baby I ain't buzzed, girl I'm spring break drunk Means I'm all the way up, I'm all the way f**ed So we gon' knock boots or you all the way stuck You can find a ride home or you can give some nice dome f** it baby, you trippin' good luck to you hit my phone Yet ever since I left all you do is write songs Tell your best friend she wrong, Anthony the right one (transition) K. Now I gave your homegirl somethin' she could dance to And I ain't even have to pull out all the bands boo Swear I'm gettin' high, gettin' head, boy I'm blown like the candle You just say I'm short fuse, Mugsey Bogues handle... (Hook extended) She keep on servin' me up, she want the right tip We get together, 'n get off...after the night shift Baby girl, you ain't in love you just like dick So why you actin' like the main, you the side chick! Ay, ay, said you the side chick Why you actin' like the main, you the side chick. ay, ay Said you the side chick, so don't be blowin' up my phone you the side chick, whoa! Ay, you the side chick, don't be comin' to my home you the side chick, ay, ay, you the side chick So why you actin' like the main?! [Verse 2: Anthony Ryan] Chick it's Mr. Kiss Medusa, now my snake rock hard Tryna get the trick to lick tip of a great rockstar She a real headbanger, swear to god the head bangin' Ass is, heavy as Anthrax, but she calls the kid Slayer Bumpin' Queen and Zeppelin, Dream Theater and Iced Earth Still Wale and Big Sean with this mother f**in' slight work You don't wanna get it, you don't wanna hear me when I'm on All my closest homies know that Anthony's an Atom bomb! Don Vito, The Rhyme Leader Who you save that p**y for? Heard you got that bomb PITA Ain't nobody else around, why your town An-drom-eda(Andromeda) Let me hit shorty, stop. Got that young Jeter I just tripled for the cycle in the bottom of the 9th It's like Pippen next to Michael, I'm just sicker with the Mic Know that I'm willin' to die for all the lyrics that I write So homie, hope you brought the rifle and some spirit with the ice like... Whoa! No way How long he gon' flow? All day Where your girl about to go?! Both ways Why the homie so cold? sh**s cray, believe me (Hook) [Verse 3: J Tommy]