Plies - Shawty Lyrics

Lyrics Shawty - Plies



Ay, what′s happenin' homie?
This yo′ lil' boy Plies, man (shawty)
Ay, Pain, I want you tell 'em ′bout your shawty homie
And I′ma tell 'em ′bout mine, dawg
Even though I'm not your man, you not my girl
I′ma call you my (shawty)
'Cause I can′t stand to see you treated bad
I beat his ass for my (shawty)
And we ain't did nothin' that we ain′t supposed to do
′Cause you my (shawty)
Baby girl you know I be home, keep me on the ringtone (shawty)
Sing it to me girl
Soon as I seen her, shit, told her I'd pay for it
Lil′ mama the baddest thing 'round here and she already know it
I pointed at the donk and told her this supposed to be yours
Showed her a couple stacks and told her I′d let her blow it
The hottest nigga in the city, baby, you can't ignore it
I showed her I was a real nigga and she went for it
First time I caught her shit, she aint even know how to throw it back
Now she an animal, I got her sex game right
I taught her how to talk to me while she take pipe
And opened her up and showed her what a real nigga like
I told her I don′t usually do this, I don't fuck on the first night
'Cause after I beat you, baby, I′m liable to fuck up your whole life
I got her trained, now she suck me with ice
I call her my lil′ bust it baby 'cause she keep it tight
Whenever I tell her to bust, ain′t gotta tell her twice
Whatever I wanna get off, she know how to get me right
Even though I'm not your man, you not my girl
I′ma call you my (shawty)
'Cause I can′t stand to see you treated bad
I beat his ass for my (shawty)
And we ain't did nothin' that we ain′t supposed to do
′Cause you my (shawty)
Baby girl you know I be home, keep me on the ringtone (shawty)
Sing it to me girl
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Shawty
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Shawty
I love to show her off, 'cause all the dope boys want her
Know why they wanna beat badly, look at all that ass on her
Look how that pussy sit up in them shorts, you gotta want her
Love when she act like she bo-legged and bend the corner
She proud to be fuckin′ me, 'cause I′m stuntin' on ′em
It feel good to be fuckin' a real nigga don't′uh?
Ain′t called her in two days, gotta let her mind wonder
But when she miss me, she call to tell me to jump on her
That's why I don′t mind breakin' her off, ′cause she ain't with the drama
If you done ripped her before, you know how to cuff lil′ mama
You know she gotta be somethin', 'cause I done beat her under
Baby snatchin′, not now, I′m tellin' ya, I promise
I exposed her to real and now she hate lame
′Member she used to run from me, now she like pain
She call me sometimes just ask me is it her thing
Ever since I ran up in shawty she ain't been the same
Even though I′m not your man, you not my girl
I'ma call you my (shawty)
′Cause I can't stand to see you treated bad
I beat his ass for my (shawty)
And we ain't did nothin′ that we ain′t supposed to do
'Cause you my (shawty)
Baby girl you know I be home, keep me on the ringtone (shawty)
Sing it to me girl
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Shawty
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Shawty



Writer(s): Maurice White, Faheem Najm, Christopher James Gholson, Algernon Washington, Eduardo G Del Barrio, Ferrell Wayne Miles, Verdine Adams White


Plies - The Real Testament
Album The Real Testament
date of release
07-08-2007




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