Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How It Goes, artist - SafirDate of issue: 16.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How It Goes |
| A pretty smile can cover up a character |
| Dirtier than Janet Jackson’s clothes |
| When she played Penny on Good Times (right) |
| A chick in the hood shines |
| But blind to trick nigga |
| That has not been exposed to this mentality of mines… |
| (I find the one I want) If she step up I get her open like every piece of my mail when I was locked up Laced up stupid after I drop 'em |
| Then fuck every model in Q-tip videos with the same condom |
| (I never met a bitch) That faded me Cus mentally and physically God was showing off when he created me |
| (Be afraid of me) |
| But stop hating me cus women are loving me, I’m sorry |
| That you was a virgin until your record release party (right) |
| Hoes won’t admit this, but that’s groupie’s style (yeah) |
| I call 'em Cleopatras, they the queens of +The Nile/denial+ |
| And these trick niggas dead on 'em |
| Bithces looking like Barbie doll bodies with a G.I. |
| Joe head on 'em |
| It’s pathetic how quickly are to get naked |
| Probably infected, shieet! |
| Give me the ones with good credit |
| Or Dead it, Admitedly I have a fetish you could be on |
| I like an ass so fat she can turn a boxer shorts to thongs |
| (Is you hot from all my songs?) |
| She diggin’me, Got women fingering themselves |
| Thinking of women fingering themselves that are thinking of me You know what sickening me? |
| (Yo dog express your feelings) |
| If Eric Bennet can get Halle Berry I deserve Vannesa Williams |
| It’s how it goes (*3X*) |
| Tell 'em how it goes yo… |
| Saafir + |
| This is how it goes |
| Down in the town of West Oakland keepin’hoes soaked in It’ll never be Another me, sauce see squeeze up on a hoe like |
| Oh shit you got to pay me! |
| That’s real talk, |
| And you know what’s that fat white man name |
| Ben Franklin |
| The bald head nigga with the glasses… feel me I dead tricks in the game (what) |
| Baptise they eyes with the reply that I ain’t fly |
| Trick, bitch, I’m an astronaut |
| With so much hot acid cock on the concrete |
| You gotta wear sunblock (know) |
| Sending these hoes like meteors (whooosh) |
| By 2004 you’ll see me in a space suit |
| Paper chasin’with hoes in pursuit of my boots |
| Touch down on that pimp planet, floor |
| (Gimmie some more) |
| Up goes the flag made out of wigs and galore |
| (Take that back) |
| Panties are vision for male tricks on a mission to hold hoes down |
| Like gravity, (ha ha), Imagine me (trick) |
| Cus the way from ya’ll I’m like years with the fly gear |
| And better than credit thats limitless |
| For breaking a bitch I’m in the mothafucking book of Guinesses |
| (Breakin'records) Under H.O.T. |
| Short for: Hoold Ooooon,… Trick! |
| Let me switch your? |
| cre-day to mayday |
| Time to show up, hoe up or blow up (blow up!) |
| But you know what? |
| (what) |
| I gotta keep tellin’my other half |
| Nigga they don’t know us, thou shall not hold trust |
| I’ll pass the ass on mine, playalistically divine |
| No Nickelodeon shit |
| Hoe take out your clothes and get into this here? |
| feronien? |
| slick |
| See I dont’chase these hoes, |
| These hoes chase me, why chase the doe, yo Your purse comes first your ass comes last |
| And I don’t know how long we gon’last |
| But what you do with all your money baby |
| You bring it all home to Chi… |
| To a true P.I., the thick ?? |
| less layer |
| A playa,-listic |
| Gangsta pulling your age and funny style ass foul |
| (yeah, but now) |
| That’s it I’m a shake that trick and I’m puttin nothing else on it |
| I won’t arrest the chest and thighs |
| Recognize the weapon size |
| When I shoot this game at your ass |
| Or get shot with hot shit into ya lip |
| Blister bitch, miss a nigga if you a plain ass coward |
| With a colorful name that hate players and not the game |
| Woop!(Latin lover lover) |
| Famous in art |
| I’m dangersous and smart |
| Guaranteed victory dating your wifey on the Change Of Heart |
| No bitches run me, I told you from the start |
| So many tears shed over me, don’t make a scene, make an Ark |
| (Straight talk) |
| Women turnin’their beepers, cutting their phones off |
| I make love to their minds 'til their clothes just fall off! |
| I fuck Tamia as a side bed |
| I make chicks consider themselves widows |
| Whose husbands ain’t even died yet (damn) |
| To best explain it: |
| Catch me in your living room gettin my hair braided |
| By your girl, buttnaked |
| Look at what having the best lines done for me Your wifey will trade six of you for one of me |
| (And that’s real) |
| …Tell em how it goes down (*5X*) |