Correction Lyrics Side n*gga Anthem - Live by Deante’ Hitchcock

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I wanna be, wanna be-be
I wanna be down with you, wanna be-

Okay, all the side n***as in the house make some motherf**kin' noise
Side women too make some motherf**kin' noise
Okay, Okay
Okay-Okay-Okay-Okay

Look, I know you got something on your mind
Ain't no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, look
I could be your n***a on the side
Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to (tell) ay, not to (tell), okay
I got what you want, I got what you need
Hennessy and weed
Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah
I know I'm a dog, but she love it all
Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah

Okay
Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in
I swear lil' shawty was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend
Monogamy or ménage à trois, the mental plight of the black man
You know you thought the one that you had bagged was bad
'Til you f**k around and meet the bad friend
(You ain't sh*t, n***a)
Yeah, what else is new?
Ain't in the mood for no lectures, boo
Though the weed and Henny got me extra loose
I'm still on point like a decimal
So she was skeptical of all that sh*t talking
I smashed twice, now she quit talking
She ain't used to getting good d**k
Often had to chokeslam her like the wrestler move
(I think I love him, girl)
Yeah, well think again
And hope and pray, you got some decent friends
Well besides the ones that I done hit already
They tryna freak again, they tryna freak again
I got her sleeping in, skipping classes
Bending over backwards, rolling up the Backwoods
Cigarello ashes on the f**king mattress
Once I bless a b*t*h, she'll never sneeze again like

n***a you got me f**ked up
I can't believe you got me out here stuck on stupid
You out here f**king on these raggedy-ass hoes
Slanging d**k to b*t*hes who ain't even a third of me
n***a, you a f**king joke
I can't believe I wasted all this time on your stupid ass
(Yeah yeah, blah blah blah blah)
I cut off all my hoes for a n***a that ain't sh*t

Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in
Swear lil' shawty was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend
Monogamy or ménage à trois, the mental plight of the black man
Got me stressed, dealing with all this bad karma on the backend, on the backend
How you feel though?
All my old hoes can get the boot like a steel-toe
You ain't truly living 'less you found a woman you would kill for, for real though
Staring at this Henny got me reminiscing
Boy that pu**y popping got me so conflicted
She ask me why I'm acting so suspicious
'Cause I've been out here f**king other n***as' b*t*hes
Need to pack a bag, the way a n***a tripping, aw sh*t
All I need is these money trees and this life of sin, and that's it
I swear to God, but when you got it all, it's kind of hard to miss
But watchin' 'em leave gon' be hard as sh*t
When you realizing that you're too late and you call her up and she called it quits

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