The H.A.W.G.S. - The Boy Shorts lyrics

Published

0 82 0

The H.A.W.G.S. - The Boy Shorts lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Soopa] She wanna be the one but one is a lonely a** number I'm the type to hit it won't hit you up til' next summer... damn Now she blowin' up my phone like Pear Harbor fuses Give me more head then the razor that your barber uses Ex girls got relationships twisted up Got hella hoes, that's hella reasons not to give a f** Vanity always seems to make the world spin & bad b**hes always make the worst girlfriends & if you didn't know that you prolly ain't fly enough If I never smoked you out that means you don't come by enough She a ridah, just like Rosa Parks was Car is all white like the front of Rosa Parks' bus Seats is all leather, first & third letter The windows rolled up, I can't be feelin' no better This the sh** that make you wanna pop the sunroof These days I be feelin' like I'm gun-proof I'm glad you made it now I can gon' cross your name off I got a dirty mind, you can be my brainwash Don't know her race but her waistline is finish line Tall gla** of water & you know I gotta finish mine You used to love me in the past, now it's clearly hate You gave me head, then seven digits like a yearly wage Then I got ghost like a muthaf**a haunted you Baby I woulda said sumn' if I really wanted you We both young but we should be actin' a lil' older Police the bra strap, make it pull over to the shoulder You say you hate me but I can't make sense of it Because to truly hate somthin', you once musta loved it [Verse 2: J-Dub] She come thru, & always got a swisher Number two, but she plays the one like Derrick Fisher Don't wear watches because the time don't matter She don't mind givin' cuz it's mind over matter She tell me get it, tell you quit it, She don't tell but tell who wit it Tell you didn't, & she tell me I'm the man, but tell you different I'm a menace, cheifn' Grimace, deep in Venice, Teachn' tennis Barely start when we finish, he's so fresh that he replenish n***as barely grind, like Tony Hawk on the half pipe Now I'm push to shine just like a finger on a flashlight & the same goes for the hoes that don't act right How you see our future when you can't remember last night? Say she don't recall when she would never would acknowledge me Now I got a following of different b**hes modeling Take her to the house then kick her out when she swallow me Then wake up to that txt like "damn why you unfollow me?" There's an attitude, the quickest way to solve em' I subtract her from the team if she's adding to the problem That's what happens when she payin' for my visits Yea you payin' for her meals, I just pay her no attention I'm waitin' on that money & it better come in stacks I can tell her I don't want it if it doesn't come in black Gotta settle for the yellow with the leather on the seat So while I pedal to the metal, s**as pedal on the street [Verse 3: P.bu*ta] See I some-what care but I don't give a f** a lot That's probably from the weed & the fact I f** a lot Old white tee, doubled up on gym shorts Socks black, with my half Mexican broad of course She lacin' me with sh** even though she has a kid He's laced too so you know she's on her sh** She's not a ho & she's not trickin' either Just a college girl that loves jean shorts & wife-beaters Brand new red lace panties hidin' underneath em' I'd be lyin if I didn't wanna keep em Beyond a good listener, when I see her I want to kiss her Hands me a bag of weed... P.S. papers & swishers Rolled me up two, one now & one for later So s**y, as I smoke she works on her paper Then it's f** a paper, now I'm deep inside her She don't like to be on top but I know that she's a ridah p**y so good I would arrest it We so protected, now she's asleep naked Lit up money as I rub on her a**ets Next morning dreamin' when I'm gunna hit that a** next But it didn't last that long Which would probably be the reason for my verse on this song... hold on But it didn't last that long I wonder if she'll still f** with me after this song