Ol' Lady (Amended Album Version)

Ol' Lady (Amended Album Version)

Plies

Ay man I heard there's a couple of niggas around here
Who said they don't like me dog (say they don't like me)
And I got there's a couple niggas around here brah
Who owe me a lil' paper
Niggas ain't answering they phone no mo (no cash!)
Man I ain't gon' grab the yoppa dog (I ain't gon' do it)
I'ma tell you how I'ma handle this here dog (what you gon' do)

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you fuck niggas who playa hatin'
Nigga claiming he don't like me but its all gravy
Keep playing with me and I'ma fuck ya ol' lady

[Verse 1]
Make yo bitch leave home and don?t come bike
Sit her down in that Chevy and change her whole life
Make her hang in the hood and watch me shoot dice
And take her back to the crib and fuck her on 50 stikes
Before you play with me dog you better get it right
Tell you straight up homie I'm playin' real trife
Walk straight up in the club nigga wit yo wife
And make her dance in front of me while I drank yike
And let her and her home-girls rock all night
And just to piss you off I'ma let her throw a stike
And every time you see her I'ma dress her in something tight
And when you start to miss her I'ma make you buy ha bike
And let her push the whip while I sit in the bike
And make yo ho sleep naked wit me all night
And put hickies all over her nigga that's what she likes
Keep playing with me and I'll fuck up ya whole life

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2]
I don't want yo side ho nigga I want yo main bitch
The one you call baby the one you in love with
And then make yo hoe pack yo shit
And make her call you right now and tell you its over wit
Before she hang up the phone she gon' tell you she's plies bitch
And when you call her back gonna have her number switched
And I'ma fuck her everyday until I get her thick
And Make her put my name on her nails and shit
And keep her hair did fa her and full of dick
I Might move her out the hood nigga just to pick
I know how to make you niggas lose weight real quick
And have you walking round this bitch looking real sick
I'll have ya ass embarrassed hanging around ya own click
I'll make you call me nigga and say plies I quit
I'ma tell you I'm counting money so I'll hit you bike jit
And hang right up the phone and lay on yo bitch

[Chorus: x2]

Written by CREAR, BRANDON / LEVATTE, RONELL LAWRENCE / MARTIN, ALEXANDER STEPHEN / WASHINGTON, ALGERNOD LANIER
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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