Ol’ Lady lyrics

by

Ne-Yo


[Plies talking]
Ay man I heard a couple n*ggas 'round here..
Who said they don't like me man
And I got a couple n*ggas 'round here brah...
Who owe me a lil' paper
n*ggas ain't answerin' they phones no mo'...
I ain't gon' pull the yappa bra
I'ma tell you how I'mma handle this here man..

[Hook: 2x]
n*gga owe me some money... he ain't gotta pay me
Got somethin' for you f*ck n*ggas who playa hatin'
n*gga claiming he don't like me.. but it's all gravy
Keep playin' wit me and I'mma f*ck ya ol' lady

[Verse 1:]
Make yo b*tch leave home and don't come back
Sit her down in that chevy and change her whole life
Make her hang in the hood and watch me shoot dice
And take her back to the crib..
And f*ck her on fifty stacks...
Fo' you play with me dawg, you betta get it right
I'm telling you straight up homie, I'm playin' real trife
Walk up straight in the club n*gga... wit yo wife
And make her dance in front of me while I drink yak
And let her and her homegirls rock all night
And just to p*ss you off, Ima let her throw a stack
And everytime you see her..
I'ma dress her in something tight..
And when you start to miss her
I'ma make you buy her back
And let her push the whip while I sit in the back
And make yo ho sleep naked wit me all night
And put hickies all over her n*gga.. cause thats what she likes
Keep playing with me n*gga and I'll f*ck up ya WHOLE life
[Hook: 2x]
n*gga owe me some money... he ain't gotta pay me
Got somethin' for you f*ck n*ggas who playa hatin'
n*gga claiming he don't like me.. but it's all gravy
Keep playin' wit me and I'mma f*ck ya ol' lady

[Verse 2]
I don't want ya side ho... n*gga I want ya main b*tch
The one you call babe, the one you in love with
Make yo ho..pack yo sh*t
And make her call you right now and tell you it's over with
Before she hang up the phone
She gon' tell you she Plies b*tch
And when you call her back, have her number switched
And I'mma f*ck her everyday until I get her thick
And make her put my name on her nails and sh*t
And keep her hair did for her and full of di*k
I might move her out the hood, n*gga, just to pick
I know how to make you n*ggas lose weight real quick
And have you walking 'round this b*tch looking real sick
I'll have you ass embarrassed, hanging around your own clique
I'ma make you call me n*gga and say "Plies I quit!"
I'ma tell you I'm countin' money, so I'll hit you back jit
And hang right up the phone and lay on yo b*tch

[Hook: 2x]
n*gga owe me some money... he ain't gotta pay me
Got somethin' for you f*ck n*ggas who playa hatin'
n*gga claiming he don't like me.. but it's all gravy
Keep playin' wit me and I'mma f*ck ya ol' lady
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