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Haystak

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(Album: Portrait Of A White Boy - 2004)


[Intro:]
Yea!
Yea, your back mack hour with your man
Wolfman Stak on Wpmp the peoples station
We Pimp! Huh!
We're goin get into make-up or break-up hour
If your a love sick trick,
Wants to call in & beg sum bitch to accept yo
Sorry ass back into her life
Once again, give us a call at 737-PIMP

[Verse 1:]
I could never trust no stinkin ass broad
I could never love yo stinkin ass cause
I done had my heart broke before
And i know love ain't no muthafucking joke my boy
So before i let it go that far
Close tha door & throw my clothes in tha car
I know how they are been down that road before
If you let em they'll walk on ya like a muthafucking floor
I'm weak for no girl, you just a squirrel
Don't call me for no referral (NAW!)
Got a sign on my door that says
(STAY OUTTA MY WORLD!)
And when i think of how you treated me
I WANNA HURL!

[Chorus: x2]
Girrrlllll!
I don't trust you
Nawwwwwww!
Girrrlllll!
I don't love you
Fuck you!
Yeaaaaaaa!

[Verse 2:]
I could give a damn if you left me alone
Wonder how long it will take me see that your gone
Girls in my past made me so strong
I'll tell a weak ass freak go on
Be gone, sail on, take ya luggage & ya lunch pale on
And get tha hell on, so long!
I done played the game so long i finally quit
I was convinced that can't nobody win this shit
Now what bitch? Stand no chance for romance
I ain't tha type to hold hands & slow dance
Opening doors & pulling out chairs
I like to drive a bitch crazy make her pull out her hair

[Chorus: x2]
Girrrlllll!
I don't trust you
Nawwwwwww!
Girrrlllll!
I don't love you
Fuck you!
Yeaaaaaaa!

[Verse 3:]
You could never be my wife or the mother in my house
You fail me because you like to run your mouth
Now others in position got dropped because
They was just to quick to drop they draws
Man god damn, bitches play to much
And alot of men tolerate way to much
Don't get me wrong, some women take to much
Most time bitches friends hate to much
Them broads around you fake as fuck
What we got ain't shit if they can break it up
If you decide leave then Hey Good Luck!
But to me either way it don't make a fuck
Straight Up!

[Chorus: x2]
Girrrlllll!
I don't trust you
Nawwwwwww!
Girrrlllll!
I don't love you
Fuck you!
Yeaaaaaaa!

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