Lyrics Side Nigga Anthem - Deanté Hitchcock

Side Nigga Anthem

Look, I know you got something on your mind
Ain’t no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah
I could be your nigga on the side
Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
Hennessy and weed
Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah
I know I’m a dog, but she love it all
Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah
Ayy, look
Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in
Swear lil' mama was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend
Monogamy or ménage à trois, the mental plight of the black man
You know you thought the one that you had bagged was bad
'Til you fuck around and meet the bad friend
(You ain’t shit, nigga)
Yeah, what else is new?
Ain’t in the mood for no lectures, boo
Though the weed and Henny got me extra loose
I’m still on point like a decimal
So she was skeptical of all that shit talking
I smashed twice, now she quit talking
She ain’t used to getting good dick
Often had to chokeslam her like the wrestler move
(I think I love him, girl)
Yeah, well think again
I hope you pray, you got some decent friends
Well besides the ones that I done hit already
They tryna freak again, they tryna freak again
I got her sleeping in, skipping classes
Bending over backwards, rolling up the Backwoods
Cigarello ashes on the fucking mattress
Once I bless a bitch, she’ll never sneeze again like
Nigga you got me fucked up
I can’t believe you got me out here stuck on stupid
You out here fucking on these raggedy-ass hoes
Slanging dick to bitches who ain’t even a third of me
Nigga, you a fucking joke
I can’t believe I wasted all this time on your stupid ass
I cut off all my hoes for a nigga that ain’t shit
Look, I know you got something on your mind
Ain’t no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah
I could be your nigga on the side
Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
Hennessy and weed
Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah
I know I’m a dog, but she love it all
Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah
Ayy, look
Hand to God I only seem to slip and make bad decisions when that pack in
Swear lil' mama was in gymnastics the way she make it arch and that back bend
Monogamy or ménage à trois, the mental plight of the black man
Got me stressed, dealing with all this bad karma on the backend, on the backend
How you feel though?
All my old hoes can get the boot like a steel-toe
You ain’t truly living 'less you found a woman you would kill for,
for real though
Staring at this Henny got me reminiscing
And pussy popping got me so conflicted
Now she ask me why I’m acting so suspicious
'Cause I’ve been out here fucking other niggas' bitches
Need to pack a bag, the way a nigga tripping, aw shit
All I need is these money trees and this life of sin, and that’s it
I swear to God, but when you got it all, it’s kind of hard to miss
But watchin' 'em leave gon' be hard as shit
When you realizing that it’s too late and you call her up and she called it
quits
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Look, I know you got something on your mind
Ain’t no sense in tryna hide it, I can tell, I can tell, yeah
I could be your nigga on the side
Keep it secret, girl, I promise not to tell, not to tell, yeah
I got what you want, I got what you need
Hennessy and weed
Come and holler at a player, at a player, yeah
I know I’m a dog, but she love it all
Come and roll with me, we slidin' through the ATL, ATL, yeah