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Field Mob
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So What
Lyricist:Phalon Anton Alexander, Darion T Crawford, Ciara P Harris, Shawn Johnson, Zak Wallace, Cedric Williams
Ladies and gentlemen Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's Here we go
They say, he do a little this He do a little that, he always in trouble And I heard, he's nuttin' but a pimp He's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club
And they say, he think he slick He's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs And I heard, he's been locked up Find somebody else, he ain't nuttin' but a thug So what, so what, so what, so what
And they say, I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak I got a different girl everyday of the week You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact But you don't be hearin' it about your lover You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard If they fake we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just want you to be Like her, misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes They're nuttin' but liars hatin' And I bet they wouldn't mind tradin' places With you by my side in my Mercedes
They say, he do a little this He do a little that, he always in trouble And I heard, he's nuttin' but a pimp He's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club
And they say, he think he slick He's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs And I heard, he's been locked up Find somebody else, he ain't nuttin' but a thug So what, so what, so what, so what
Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin' So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin' Her like missin' is a type of affection you get Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
You just blind to the facts See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention Yield to the blindness, apply your suspicion But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess? Break up never, they just jealous Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
Yes, I, I been to jail And yes, I'm grindin' for real I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp They hate to see you doin' better than them, so
They say, he do a little this He do a little that, he always in trouble And I heard, he's nuttin' but a pimp He's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club
And they say, he think he slick He's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs And I heard, he's been locked up Find somebody else, he ain't nuttin' but a thug So what, so what, so what, so what
Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara
Some people don't like, it 'cause you hang out in the street But you my boyfriend, you've always been here for me This love is serious no matter what people think I'm gon' be here for ya and I don't care what they say
Some people don't like, it 'cause you hang out in the street But you my boyfriend, you've always been here for me I love the thug in ya, no matter what people think I'm gon' be here for ya and I don't care what they say
They say, he do a little this He do a little that, he always in trouble And I heard, he's nuttin' but a pimp He's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club
And they say, he think he slick He's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs And I heard, he's been locked up Find somebody else, he ain't nuttin' but a thug So what, so what, so what, so what
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