Tha Captin - Blues Clues

I'm arguing
Wit my babymomma
In the living room
I'm thinking
Bout these bands
She think I'm thinking
Bout some boobs
I look up at da tv
See my nigga
On tha news
Aint nickelodeon
Tha streets aint leaving
Blues clues
I check tha mailbox
Den I'm back
To making moves
Think I'm from Texas
Cus' I grew up
As a loose screw
Know I'm tha one
But my nigga
Say he need two
And I can neva trust a bitch
That really need you
Said I can neva
Trust no bitch
And I want eva
Trust these niggas
I be riding round
With that chopper
Wit my finger
On the trigger
If you aint GSE
Then I aint neva
Gone fuck witcha
I been crossed
By some of my partnas
But they aint
Standing here wit us
I can't even trust
My own blood
Fucked ova by my cus
Pulled up in dat truck
You know tha hoes
Hoppin' in wit us
She know we get bread
Want a lil crust
No it aint love
Bitch its just lust
And thats the type of shit
I cant trust
Nine times outta ten
Ima go wit my gut
Nine times outta ten
Ima ride wit my tool
Riding round wit my goons
Ion really know about you
We aint really gonna assume
So I gotta keep that stick
Cus I cant be no lick
Cap like Money Makin' Mitch
No Rico's in my click
I'm arguing
Wit my babymomma
In the living room
I'm thinking
Bout these bands
She think I'm thinking
Bout some boobs
I look up at da tv
See my nigga
On tha news
Aint nickelodeon
Tha streets aint leaving
Blues clues
I check tha mailbox
Den I'm back
To making moves
Think I'm from Texas
Cus' I grew up
As a loose screw
Know I'm tha one
But my nigga
Say he need two
And I can neva trust a bitch
That really need you

Written by:
Christopher Miller

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