Wright Me - Soulja Slim

I’m locked off in my cell, don’t act like that

Ho, accept my call, I’ll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh

Write me bitch, I’ll write you back (uh huh)

I’m locked off in my cell, don’t act like that

Ho, accept my call, I’ll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh

What’s up old girl, with your big ol' thick ass

As for me, I’m just chillin'

I’m waiting on my time to pass

Right now, I’m writing ya from the hole, I got thirty days

Can’t use the phone, can’t get no visits, that shit drive me crazy

Who ya been fuckin' with since I’ve been locked down?

You say nobody, but thats a lie

Nigga prolly drown, in that pussy

Cause anotha nigga hittin' it ho

But yo, it’s cool, cause when you catch it yo, the hoes gets ghost

But when you touch down, them hoes insist that they be around

When I was back I tell ya they won’t be down

Or be down now

Bangin' her once, sometimes I called

I’m thinkin' bout fuckin' ya like a dog and leave ya hangin'

You left me hangin', why I can’t do the same thangin'

Playa brawl

Fuck ya best friend and make ya’ll go to war

Over this slim in the waist, cute in the face ass ho

You used to lay the ho dick down, but I’d give it to 'em sober

Them hoes don’t know how to act

They be goin' crazy

Won’t shake a nigga up, talkin' about they pregnant with my baby

At least, that’s what you told me

Now you gave some other nigga the charge

Actin' bad don’t want jokes man

Uh-huh

My boy told me that he fucked ya and ducked ya

And bought ya pair a jeans outta structure, ya musta

Thought you was playin' catch back

Might as well give all my people the pussy

If you gon' do it like that

Cause I can give a lully mothafuck

If you gon' give pussy, to discos, fever with dubs

Just keep it in the family

Like that dark bitch Dana did

Ya understand me?

We ran throught that ho, like we used to run in the Millia

Ya best a have ya vest on, that pussy there will kill ya

But yo, she was a down bitch

Not the ordinary clown bitch, that like to hang around bitch

And smoke all ya weed up

She get a buckle just for being her

So we get dee’d up

And she gon' break it off soon as I hit that world

I want the money, don’t gimme no pearl, don’t gimme no girl

And if I get in touch right now I bet she jokes a nigga

Like what?

Like she’s 'posed to nigga

So won’t ya

My fo-sho bitch

She got me sick

She way outta town gettin' full of that dick

She’s not jossin' me

But I know, one mothafuckin' thing I throw that ho

She’s comin' back, like a boomerang

But, I’m gon' duck and dodge her

Lookin' for some overshore pussy

If I ever get caught in this situation, nig, she gon' joss with me

Until I let it go

She be a head over heel ho

Behind who?

Behind Soulja Slim

I wrote this rap for the niggas doin' time

But they supposed to be your lady on they mothafuckin' mind, now

You know a ho gon' be a ho

And a nigga gon' be a nigga

For sho so how ya figure?

That your old lady keepin' it tight

She told ya that she loved ya on the phone, and just got fucked last night

Now how I know that self explanatory shits

Elementary hoes been gettin' full of that dick soon as that nigga touch the

Pennitentary

At random, cause I done slammed to say my man in jail

Bitch I can’t tell, cause you ain’t give me the pussy yet

And I’mma vet

I got some violent conversation

And I’mma hit because them tits a mothafucker

Well, why don’t you, hook a nigga up, yeah?

Write me bitch, I’ll write you back

I’m locked off in my cell, don’t act like that

Yeah, think about a nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah

Write me bitch, I’ll write you back

I’m locked off in my cell, don’t act like that

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