Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Homeboys Girlfriend , by - Freddie Gibbs. Release date: 27.11.2011
Song language: English
My Homeboys Girlfriend |
| Money and bitches |
| Niggas die for money and bitches |
| Money and bitches |
| Niggas die for money and bitches |
| What I embody is so ungodly, god is my witness |
| Emotions froze, I’m so cold on every bitch on my team |
| A rolling stone, I move on like it’s a daily routine |
| I used to have this bitch that had me twisted |
| Used to get drunk at the club and call me for random visits |
| She stumbled into my door and I smashed her in the kitchen |
| Yes she get rough when we sexing, flexing in all positions |
| Whispered and I often listened, she got a nigga at home |
| Not quite at home, he took a pitch and since ‘06 he been gone |
| She say she grown, she pay her bills and raise her kid on her own |
| Plus he touch down in a few days, I should just leave her alone |
| But it’s that devil on my shoulder, telling me to come over |
| 3am I hit the gas in my Chevy, blowin on doja |
| Got me stuck and I can’t understand |
| Why I can’t notice, I’m so bogus cause I know her man |
| I guess I’m dead wrong |
| Fa sho |
| Money and bitches make the world spin |
| Fucking with you can make my world end |
| How I get caught up in this whirlwind? |
| Dead wrong, fucking my homeboy’s girlfriend |
| Fuckin my homeboy’s girlfriend |
| But it’s your homeboy’s girlfriend |
| Fuckin my homeboy’s girlfriend |
| Lovin my homeboy’s girlfriend |
| I wish I had the nuts to tell you this |
| While you was locked away in jail I was out here nailing your bitch |
| I even helped out with the house note, the car payments and shit |
| I never thought about our friendship, I just thought with my dick |
| And I was dead wrong, on bogus shit from the start |
| Cause of this lust in my mind, I carried this guilt in my heart |
| I be so weak to let a piece of pussy peel us apart |
| If you found out about this shit, might twist your feelings in knots |
| Speaking of feelings, I caught em |
| Big bag of dreams and I bought em |
| Visions of me and her stuck on an island hideaway balling |
| Sometimes I don’t return her calls and pray one day she be off it |
| But yo it seems like since he came home, she been calling more often |
| Damn.guess she addicted to the way I treat her |
| Because she right back at my doorstep everytime that he beat her |
| Fussing and crying saying baby I need you, why you ignore me? |
| Testing me, stressing me, how dare she question my loyalty? |
| Damn |
| Money and bitches |
| Niggas die for money and bitches |
| Trying to stay occupied, so I stay out there fucking bitches |
| But my affairs with this woman was extremely indecent |
| Truth is my homie got every right to come leave me leaking |
| Woke up with my phone on fire |
| Twenty, thirty missed calls |
| Called him back, he picked it up and I could tell he pissed off |
| He told me, bitch nigga, you see me, walk the other way |
| No room for explanation, just jump straight into pistol play |
| All them years we go back just got flushed down the toilet |
| Might lose my life behind this bitch, but man I just can’t afford it |
| Whole situation could have been avoided |
| I wonder what went through his head when he picked up that loaded pistol and |
| pointed |
| Like damn. |
| if I can’t have you in life, I guess I’ll have you in death |
| Finished her off with 3 shots and turned the fifth on himself |
| Was it really love or did we both all fall for a sleazy broad? |
| Killed his girl and spared my fucking life, who had the deeper bond? |
| Damn |