Tasha Lyrics

Bitch you got me fucked up

Thinking I'm spending money on ya

You been eating good on my dime

You got a tummy on ya

Get ya ass in the gym

You getting complacent

And if you pass your prime then you

Gotta be traded

This is basic

And baby girl

You testing my patience

Want a rich nigga?

Let me see ya bank statements

Oh you a broke hoe?

You ain't got shit?

Looking for a free ride?

Well this is not it

This the quickest way to make a nigga get a side chick

All you wanna do is lay at home

And fuck and ride dick

I'm cool with the second one

Not the first though

Some things you need to be taught

Today's the day you learn hoe

You just want my bread (bread)

You a bird hoe (hoe)

Take you out the hood

And put you in the burbs hoe

No

Well lil bitch that's a no go

Cause all you'll do is leave if I go broke

I think you better call

Better call Tasha

Call her ASAP

Tell her pull up

Hol on

We not done with you though

Bitch

Now ya phone off

Know you mad hearing this

You'll prolly cut this song off

Got ya friends calling me

Well this doesn't concern y'all

Why you in my bidness?

Ima fuck one of your friends

To have you in your feelings

Leaving you like getting pardoned from a life sentence

Fuckin with ya ass'll make a nigga fight women

Shit

Well maybe I ain't find the right women

Yeah

But listen

Pack ya shit up

You overstayed your welcome

Parents raised you better

I hope you know that you failed em

And if I had their number

I'd probably call and tell them

A hoe gon be a hoe

So aint no sense in tryna help them

But dig it

Bitch you goin on suspension

You a sickness

I need you out my system

When we got together

This is not what I envisioned

A new nigga'll take you in I'm sure if you convinced em

It's always a captain save a hoe

You know

A nigga that's gon save these hoes

Lil ungrateful hoes

But ima tell you like this though

(Hook)

So bitch you better leave my home

Hol on

But not in a car that I own hahahaha