Chillin Wit My Broad lyrics
(CHORUS) I'm chillin wit my broad and you already know and if you want to reach me hit me on the down low and if I don't call back don't put on a show when i pass by yo house and blow insted of knockin on ya do.
I know that opposites attract and hoes choose macs and how some girls act when playas don't call em back why is that is it cause im hard to ignore the kinda playa you adore but already spoken for or are you caught up in the fame holden yor head in shame cause u don't know my real name whos to blame cause it aint my fault its another lesson taught when you f*****g wit hawk
you caught up in the rapture wasn't hard to catch ya wit my heavy weight frame and my 6'4 statua I snatched ya but up in this game plan wanted me 2 be the man but i had other plans it was a 1 night stand now the sh** hit the fan and every time u see a nig u wanna hold my hand but u don't understand that u not my type i gotta wife and u are just my late night hype.
I admit i was wrong for leading you on the long talks on the phone you thought our bond was strong but my womens at home so girl leave me alone and all the plans you had for us they been postponed now i aint bein' rude im just a type a dude buy you a little food and get you into the mood now were both
in the nude catching an attitude acting crude and shrude and showing no gratitude you broke all the rules and im glad i peep'd it u could't be like victoria and keep this secret you wasting your time pressing *69 but the cell phone I call you on aint even mine it was strictly bump and grind cause thats how i play you said u didn't mind so why behave this way it was just the other day when u said this and why u think i act funny when u ask for a kiss u silly b****
why you rubbin me kissin and huggin me infatuated with the thug in me u say you lovin me the situation getting ugly got your partners mean muggin me
girl you buggin me getting on my last nerve then you wonda why u got kicked to the curb you puzzled like cross word and asking me to choose either you or my wife girl you know you lose now your a** got the blues miss goody too shoes sitting there all confused feeling like you been used your apprivleges were abused and now you know instead of knockin at the do ima pass by and blow gotta go gotta go gotta chill wit my broad so i tutes my horn since you been actin frod i hit you wit the rod and you went outrageous shouldve warned you though that my love is contagious.