Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Act A Fool, artist - Mac Dre. Album song Everybody Ain't Able, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.06.2007
Record label: 40 Ounce
Song language: English
Act A Fool |
| Now if a bitch is broke, how you 'posed to break her |
| (That's why) Jay Tee only fuck witta many maker |
| She got scratch, bread be a lil' bigga |
| Nice house on the hill, work that seven figa |
| Squeeze the trigga, she be down to blast for me |
| Got me outta the ghetto, and did it fast for me |
| Now I’m plush and no more rushing |
| Slangin keys of that coke on the hush and |
| She keep it hella real and never come shady |
| Lick my balls and suck my dick daily |
| Never talk back, even when I dissed her |
| And got caught up in the bed with her sister |
| I Got kids with her, but she never think of suin' |
| And I don’t give a shit, because she down for everything I’m doin |
| Mexicana, Black, or Egyptian |
| Call me up if you fit the description |
| Tell me what you wanna do |
| I’ll do anything for you |
| Tell me what you want |
| Tell me what you need |
| Are we gonna act a fool? |
| You wanna know how this man started ho? |
| Straight from the gate, I need a transportin blow never be late |
| She know what I say go, I’m playin it safe |
| It ain’t just that I want control, I’m stayin awake |
| If you a jive azz ho, plannin to stay |
| If you a live azz ho, I’m a man of mistakes |
| So all the lies that’s told, question me I will |
| First time lil' hefa, lie to me I peel |
| I want butter with my grits, salt and pepa |
| If you come at me with suga i’ma bark and check ya |
| Gots to have a mind, gots to be ambitious |
| Gots to know to never put no trust in bitches |
| Gots to be a Kadafian woman with respect |
| Gots to give me board, ??? |
| A super bad bitch with a chance goin' stale |
| If she ain’t comin' to the table, financial and stable |
| Ho up or blow up, is how I’m finna start |
| I need a bitch with a beeper and some business cards |
| A bitch that’s in this hard, I’m talkin corns and callouses |
| Cuz when I’m dealin with her she goin' need a psychoanalysis |
| She drive a bitch crazy, especially if she’s lazy |
| She gotta get the gravy, and then she gotta pay me |
| It’s all official baby, plus pack a pistol baby |
| Times are crazy and shady, so I pack a 3−80 |
| Ol' School fool who still drinks Thunderbird |
| Baby got a dude, but I’m fuckin' not lovin' her |
| She stealin' from him, but givin' to me |
| I’m Silky the Pimp, I live in the V |
| Me, Jay Tee and PSD ya’ll |
| Will keep it pimpin' til the next time we see ya’ll |
| And kick down from every bitch I’m runnin' through |
| What’s up now, baby what you wanna do? |