Текст песни Send Her Home (feat. DJ Chose) - Mc Beezy

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser
Yessir, I gotta get paid
I got twenty-five lighters on my dresser
Yessir, I gotta get paid

Yeah, I pulled up in the slab
Your girl head on my abs
I'm bout to call that bitch a cab
And Send Her On Her Way Home

I'm on I-10 in that drop head
Yo bitch ain't got no clothes on
My pimping just like baseball
I hit and send these hoes home
She say "she fuck with them city niggas"
But y'all got ha to the boondocks
Ain't no neighbors around she screaming loud
I gotta sounding like a boombox
We take a break, we laid up
Got ha watching the
And I'm back in it, I'm going strong
I beat it up til she sky blue
Ha dude calling he know about me
Gotta turn off her Samsung
She rough on me, she push me down and I still hit that same one
And I thought that I found love
Till I seen her popping bottles
With the ballplayers in the club
I said "Forget it I'll still hit. When I wanna quit, I'll quit. These hoes only for one minute."

Yeah, I pulled up in the slab
Your girl head on my abs
I'm bout to call that bitch a cab
And Send Her On Her Way Home

Keep all my bitches in line
See she ain't thick then
You know she ain't mine
I'll dick her down then
I'm back to my grind
You ain't making money,
You wasting my time
Don't tell me your problems
Cause bitch I can't help you
All I got is good dick and a lecture
You told me you love me
You just being natural
Oh, that's your girl I can make her feel special
Bitch, who is you?
King Luciano
Bring to hotel, she can't come to my condo
I'm Ronnie Collins, built fairy godmo(?)
Concord 11's look like a piano
Dick her for free, charge her man for a feature
New laws banging your speakers
Came with a banger, came on the squeezer
I sent her home like she came with a fever

On Her Way Home
On Her Way Home
I Sent Her On Her Way Home
Then my other bitch text me "I'm on my way home"

Yeah, I pulled up in the slab
Your girl head on my abs
I'm bout to call that bitch a cab
And Send Her On Her Way Home