Heauxs - Intellectual

[Intro: Unknown voice]

Sunny!

D-Celli

Get ‘em

Do you love her? Do you really love her?

I hope you know for certain, I hope you wearing a rubber

She been everywhere in your city, different states

She ain’t only eating your food, she eat off different plates. (Uh)

I cause her in the streets. You caught her in a streak

Nigga after nigga, really your game is weak

You thinking maybe she wifey, thinking she may be sweet

Your friends ain’t saying shit, read the subliminal tweets, homie

You ask, I don’t know now to tell it

She’s such a used car. I don’t know how to sell it

Turn her ass in I swear to momma she a felon

Asked my homie yesterday, don’t know how you never met it

Coming home, she ain’t ever home

Ask that bitch where she been, she’ll say “Nigga Im grown

You ain’t my boyfriend who the fuck you think you talking to?”

And that’s exactly what a scallywag will say to you

(But damn)

[X8] Can’t trust these heauxs (these heauxs)

Stay turnt up cause she On when I’m flexing

Hoes be hoes, I be on the next

On to the jets, where my arms got a rest

And any chick I’m with know she armed with the best.. (out)

Yeah, I’m talking Ddash, leaving my mark on the game like a smack on the ass

8-balls or pick pocket, but scratching ain’t an option

Go DJ, Go DJ. My bad bitches obnoxious

On replay, on replay. My tracks sound like mirages

To good to be true. D-C isn’t you

Say your chick confused, I say she know just what to do

Because she back it up and she dropping it

Hopping off and topping. If you got a girl

Then D-Celli prolly got in it

Spitting like Charzard, got the bitches like Blastois

Keep my shows full of my hoes so when Im coming there’s mad noise

I’ll Roc-A-Fella for Dirty Money

In the Maybauch I’m Bad Boy

I do diddies, you do didilly

Own chicks last choice

(Heauxs)

[X8] Can’t trust these heauxs