CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Side Hoe
I'm all gassed up
He in love, but I treat him like a side ho
He be spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Blowin' up my phone like a psycho
Get back in your lane, you a side ho
Side ho, side ho
I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
Got him spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes
No touch, no feel, no pics
Got a problem with the rules? You could dip
What can I say? I'm a fool with the drip
I'm from the Bay, it ain't new to a pimp (Uh)
I'm just too fly, still on my shit
Sauce every way, hope he don't slip
Stay in your lane, boy, get a grip
He think it's Frito Lay
I want them chips, aye
Debbie work them all like a maestro
If it ain't 'bout the money hit the side phone
I ain't looking for a man, you can try though
I only want you on the side like fries, oh
He in love, but I treat him like a side ho
He be spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Blowin' up my phone like a psycho
Get back in your lane, you a side ho
Side ho, side ho
I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
Got him spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes
You're my side ho, my dear
No texts, no calls, let's make this shit clear
He says he loves me, I think he's sincere
And I ain't paid a bill in about two years
Cheers, big stones in my ears
100K or better on leather when I steer
Hear me blocks away or when I switch gears
House in the woods, I might hit a deer
Don't cry me a river, no feelings, no tears
Buy me a river and let's disappear
For the weekend, my beloved cashier
You know I'm talented, so fund my career, yeah
Cash, no debit
Get the best interest rate, he got great credit
I break him 'til he's broke, I'm unapologetic
Call the paramedics, them pockets need a medic
I'm killin' 'em
He in love, but I treat him like a side ho
He be spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Blowin' up my phone like a psycho
Get back in your lane, you a side ho
Side ho, side ho
I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
Got him spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes
He in love, but I treat him like a side ho
He be spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Blowin' up my phone like a psycho
Get back in your lane, you a side ho
Side ho, side ho
I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
Got him spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes
No touch, no feel, no pics
Got a problem with the rules? You could dip
What can I say? I'm a fool with the drip
I'm from the Bay, it ain't new to a pimp (Uh)
I'm just too fly, still on my shit
Sauce every way, hope he don't slip
Stay in your lane, boy, get a grip
He think it's Frito Lay
I want them chips, aye
Debbie work them all like a maestro
If it ain't 'bout the money hit the side phone
I ain't looking for a man, you can try though
I only want you on the side like fries, oh
He in love, but I treat him like a side ho
He be spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Blowin' up my phone like a psycho
Get back in your lane, you a side ho
Side ho, side ho
I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
Got him spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes
You're my side ho, my dear
No texts, no calls, let's make this shit clear
He says he loves me, I think he's sincere
And I ain't paid a bill in about two years
Cheers, big stones in my ears
100K or better on leather when I steer
Hear me blocks away or when I switch gears
House in the woods, I might hit a deer
Don't cry me a river, no feelings, no tears
Buy me a river and let's disappear
For the weekend, my beloved cashier
You know I'm talented, so fund my career, yeah
Cash, no debit
Get the best interest rate, he got great credit
I break him 'til he's broke, I'm unapologetic
Call the paramedics, them pockets need a medic
I'm killin' 'em
He in love, but I treat him like a side ho
He be spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Blowin' up my phone like a psycho
Get back in your lane, you a side ho
Side ho, side ho
I turn a hundred baby daddies into side hoes
Got him spinnin' on me like a cyclone
Gotta keep him in his lane with the side hoes
