Wright Me

Chorus: 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 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 (fade till end)