Ladies Leave Your Man At Home ft. Kash Doll Lyrics

Ladies Leave Your Man At Home ft. Kash Doll - DeJ Loaf

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He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches

I told you once before, I don't play with niggas

He think I don't know

He think I don't know

I been fuckin' with his boy on the low

I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home

1942, take a shot of Patrón (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

But you gotta know, everything I got, I built on my own

You probably tell my business, I don't trust you at all

Changed your whole image soon as we got involved

I'm the one you would call, still hit my phone and I never respond

I'm the one you would call (yeah)

Still hit my phone and I never respond

I don't wanna be your friend

Still gettin' dough

Charge it to the game

You know how it go

Don't play with my name

You know how it go

Yeah, you know how it go

You know how it go, ayy (whoa)

He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches

I told you once before, I don't play with niggas

He think I don't know, hmm

He think I don't know

I been fuckin' with his boy on the low

I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home (whoa)

1942, take a shot of Patrón (look)

I been feelin' like

I should go and fuck a nigga, get it over with (ayy)

I ain't goin' baby, you can miss me with that goofy shit

Never let a nigga do me how he did that other bitch

Always talkin' shit, fuckin' hypocrite

How you think you better than the next nigga? (Huh?)

Baggin' me your best move yet, it's a flex, nigga (that's right)

Never had to build a bitch, came to you rocked up

I been gettin' money, and, nigga, ain't ever stopped nothin'

Fuck you thought?

Money talk and I'm fluent

Ego trippin' got you lookin' lame, what you doin'?

And you know I'm ten steps ahead of any bitch who bad

You gon' lose every time how the fuck you play it (on God)

Nigga, please, I'm a D-Girl, don't make me hurl

Bad as fuck, and this pussy wet as Sea World

Ladies, leave your man at home, we got new toys

NBA, NFL, alphabet boys (alphabet boys)

You heard me, pussy

Baby, I'm a star player, boy, you a rookie (fuck outta here)

He gon' do a little, but, trust me, I do the most (most)

Send some Ace of Spades to your ho and we do a toast

'Cause she just took a lame nigga off my hands

On the business is where I stand, fuck nigga

Get money, that's all I know

Ain't in my feelings about shit, I moved on, yeah

I moved on, yeah, so long, yeah

I moved on, yeah, so long, yeah

I don't want that toxic love

Make him fight for my love with boxing gloves, yeah (whoa)

I know that he knows (I know that he knows)

I know that he knows, yeah (I know that he knows)

My heart is cold (my heart is cold)

Pick 'em, eeny, miny, mo, yeah

I pick 'em, eeny, miny, mo (ayy)

Pick 'em, eeny, miny, mo

He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches

I told you once before, I don't play with niggas

He think I don't know, hmm

He think I don't know

I been fuckin' with his boy on the low

I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home

1942, take a shot of Patrón (yeah