Defi Ant - She's Crafty (feat. Dre Blue & D.O.C.)

Ain't even faded yet, i'm on my super saiyan shit
So what the statement is? fuck it, ima play wit it
Not even sayin shit, supa supa sayin shit. but am i sayin shit?
Kameha lay yo bitch

I'm sick of this ignorant shit this bitch keep spittin out her lips
Everytime she speak, she speak about a nigga whips
But what about a hard workin man comin up
She lookin right past him, she don't give a fuck
Everytime a man seems to show this bitch his heart
She reaches to rip it out, and calls that nigga a mark
Everytime she lay alone, she wonderin why she sad
Cuz every nigga wit loyalty, bitch you look past
I'm mad, im angry, im sick and im fuckin tired
Everytime her lips move, i call that bitch a liyah
Nothin she says is true, she's bleedin lines thru her youth
Niggas are always fooled cuz, she seems to do what it do
But little do you know, this bitch is a ho, ratchet to the next
Now she gotta get it gone
If you got dough man, then leave that bitch alone
Cuz its not worth losin everything just to bone
She's taking everything that you earned at the scene
Now you gotta murder her just so you can fuckin breathe
Now you in jail cuz you trusted a bitch
You might as well given your life to a snitch

All she learned is steady runnin niggas like a track meet
Passin the baton, get it on in the backseat laughin
Yea muh fucka, you dont know She Crafty
Yea i bet she say that she don't ho (she do)
All she knows is ballers player hustlers and athletes
Check yaself ya might need a vaccine, no im not laughin
Yea muh fucka i told you She Crafty, Colder than an eskimo camping

Sometimes i wanna choke ya, never need to provoke ya
Your crazy on your own
It's weird how the world around you invokes ya
Ridin the backs of vultures, like a parasite to its host
And im bout to split her eye, like the pair of thighs on this hostess
No rings she must use coasters, prolly got one for the covert
Ops, blockin cocks, unless she's out and not wit her homegirls
Transform into her ho world, she believe its her whole world
You go girl, You go girl. Juice niggas, make toes curl
I mean if it was yo pearl, how'd you handle the situ?
Ation that you facin, everyday since you first missed your menstrual
Nothin ever comes simple, not even dicks that wanna simp you
A bitch just wants a nigga to fuck her life and help her limp thru
Dont condescend your mental, and not be defendin your temple
But a lot is dependin on what and not, that you think you can live thru
Stronger hearts is gone get you, once they mark you as fish food
Incredible edibles in the darkness them sharks is gone get you

All she learned is steady runnin niggas like a track meet
Passin the baton, get it on in the backseat laughin
Yea muh fucka, you dont know She Crafty
Yea i bet she say that she don't ho (she do)
All she knows is ballers player hustlers and athletes
Check yaself ya might need a vaccine, no im not laughin
Yea muh fucka i told you She Crafty, Colder than an eskimo camping

Sheeiiiit
All i gotta say is get money
Work what you got, get what you want playin dummies
Cuz niggas they do the same in different ways
But they blame it on the chase, what a mother fuckin waste
And a god damn shame
Why a chick gotta do a nigga grimey?
Same damn reason that these niggas wanna try me
You askin to buy a drink before you even know my name
Who's to blame, you gets no digits, that's just how i play the game
And i ain't being crafty, you just got to pay attention
I aint snitchin on the game, i'll be the last to say a thang
But ya'll be usin chickens to get head, and in bed
But i could use a nigga to get fed, for good cred
That one he pay my bills, and that one buy my clothes
This one my main squeeze, So he don't know bout those
Either way, it's all a game, but you've been losin
So you bitter on these broads, i'ma winner for my cause ha!

All she learned is steady runnin niggas like a track meet
Passin the baton, get it on in the backseat laughin
Yea muh fucka, you dont know She Crafty
Yea i bet she say that she don't ho (she do)
All she knows is ballers player hustlers and athletes
Check yaself ya might need a vaccine, no im not laughin
Yea muh fucka i told you She Crafty, Colder than an eskimo camping

She's crafty, yea she's totally nuts
She's crafty, but i gotta get in them guts
She's crafty, oop couldn't leave her alone no!
The other nigga thru the do' gotta go go!
But the head game is outta control
Once i saw that back, i gave it a smack
I wrapped it and i tapped it, when she gave me a lap dance
Made the bitch laugh wit my nut in her mouth
What a mess that she made for sure
So you go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl!
Wherever you, wherever you
Wherever you, wherever you are!
Yea!

Written by:
Anasa Clipper, Anthony Vockeroth, Galen Clipper

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