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| Field Mob Miscellaneous So What [Chorus: Ciara] They say he do a little of this He do a little of that He's always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He got alot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got alot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what [Verse 1: Field Mob] And they say I'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak I got a different girl every day of the week You too smart to You'd be a dummy to believe That stuff that you heard That they say about me They say that im this They said that im that But all of it's fiction none of it's facts But you don't be hearing that about your love You let it go in one ear and out the other The he say, she say, they say, I heard The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just want you to be Like her miserey needs company So don't listen to that vine of grapes Theyre nothing but liars hating there They wouldn't mind trading places With you by my side in my Mercedes [Chorus: Ciara] They say he do a little of this He do a little of that He's always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He got alot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got alot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what [Verse 2: Field Mob] Mo' money mo' problems Life of a legend Haters throw salt like rice at a wedding So what, that's your cousin That don't mean nothing Her like missing in a tight of affection You get, you just blind to the facts See the lies, just obvious drives for attention You to the fine just supply your suspicious 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 mama, mean mug for your brother I'm the author of the book nigga judge by the cover, yes I-I been to jail, yes I-I'm grinding for bread and I'm positive, they talking negative pimp They hate to see you doing better then them, so [Chorus: Ciara] They say he do a little of this He do a little of that He's always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He got alot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got alot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what [Hook: Ciara] Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the streets But your my boyfriend You've always been there for me This love is serious No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you And I don't care what they say Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the streets But your my boyfriend You've always been there for me I love the thug in ya No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you And I don't care what they say [Chorus: Ciara] He do a little of this He do a little of that He's always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He got alot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got alot of chips He's s messed up, I heard He's been locked up find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what |
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