Lyrics to Terrell Owens
Yeah, yeah, I'm for real, nah, for real
Yeah, nah, for real, yeah, yeah
Crazy man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
Shawty on go? (Mm, yeah), shit, I'm on go, too, yeah
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
(Yeah, uh)
Nah, for real, crazy man
She ain't skippin' no meals, crazy man
Got talk to my bitch any kind of way 'less you pay them bills, crazy man
Her shit all real, crazy man
I'ma need me a feel, crazy man
Might get her new heels, crazy man
Fuck that, new wheels, crazy man
Girl, I swear I got crazy fans
Bitch, I rap, got crazy bands
Nobody 'round me lazy, man
SwaVay can't do it 'less you pay me, man
When she get off, I'ma give her that, yeah
Dick so good, she remember that, yeah
But I can't trust this bitch, for real
I know I ain't the only one hittin' that, yeah
That's your ho? (That's your ho?)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
Shawty on go? Yeah, yeah (Shawty on go?)
Shit, I'm on go, too, yeah (Shit, I'm on go, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (Crazy man)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (That's your ho? Crazy, man)
That's my ho, too, yeah
That's your bitch? (That's your bitch?)
For real? That's my bitch, too (That's my bitch, too)
Yeah, she throw that shit back (She throw that shit back, yeah)
She suck on that dick, too (Wait, huh, crazy man)
You made you a hit? (Yeah, crazy man)
I made me some hits too (Yeah, made me some hits)
You runnin' your mouth? (You runnin' your mouth?)
'Cause that's what a bitch do (That's what a bitch do)
Not my type, not my type
I'ma go drip in her diamonds like Saweetie
I took her to Elliott
Diamonds on Meechie
Them diamonds, they dancin'
She know I'm Chris Breezy
I'm havin' this young money, feelin' like Weezy
I cannot fuck with lil' shawty, she sneaky
She know that I'm pretty, she callin' me dreamy
I turn off the lights in this bitch and get freaky, yeah
Shawty gon' throw it, yeah, yeah
I'ma have it filmed, slow motion, yeah
She don't even know it
I make the same money, motherfucker, Terrell Owens
Yeah, that's more than bonus
I'm rappin', she partin' her legs, I'm Moses, yeah
This ain't Rick Owens
I flew to New York just to cop me the MoMA's
That's your ho? (That's your ho?)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
Shawty on go? Yeah, yeah (Shawty on go?)
Shit, I'm on go, too, yeah (Shit, I'm on go, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (Crazy man)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (That's your ho? Crazy, man)
That's my ho, too, yeah
That's your bitch? (That's your bitch?)
For real? That's my bitch, too (That's my bitch, too)
Yeah, she throw that shit back (She throw that shit back, yeah)
She suck on that dick, too (Wait, huh, crazy man)
You made you a hit? (Yeah, crazy man)
I made me some hits too (Yeah, made me some hits)
You runnin' your mouth? (You runnin' your mouth?)
'Cause that's what a bitch do (That's what a bitch do)
But any nigga know, in the studio, I wasn't no rapper
I was a trapper, sir, God made me do this, it just start comin' out
I start, just, bleedin' slavery, like, "Phugh"
Yeah, nah, for real, yeah, yeah
Crazy man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
Shawty on go? (Mm, yeah), shit, I'm on go, too, yeah
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah
(Yeah, uh)
Nah, for real, crazy man
She ain't skippin' no meals, crazy man
Got talk to my bitch any kind of way 'less you pay them bills, crazy man
Her shit all real, crazy man
I'ma need me a feel, crazy man
Might get her new heels, crazy man
Fuck that, new wheels, crazy man
Girl, I swear I got crazy fans
Bitch, I rap, got crazy bands
Nobody 'round me lazy, man
SwaVay can't do it 'less you pay me, man
When she get off, I'ma give her that, yeah
Dick so good, she remember that, yeah
But I can't trust this bitch, for real
I know I ain't the only one hittin' that, yeah
That's your ho? (That's your ho?)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
Shawty on go? Yeah, yeah (Shawty on go?)
Shit, I'm on go, too, yeah (Shit, I'm on go, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (Crazy man)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (That's your ho? Crazy, man)
That's my ho, too, yeah
That's your bitch? (That's your bitch?)
For real? That's my bitch, too (That's my bitch, too)
Yeah, she throw that shit back (She throw that shit back, yeah)
She suck on that dick, too (Wait, huh, crazy man)
You made you a hit? (Yeah, crazy man)
I made me some hits too (Yeah, made me some hits)
You runnin' your mouth? (You runnin' your mouth?)
'Cause that's what a bitch do (That's what a bitch do)
Not my type, not my type
I'ma go drip in her diamonds like Saweetie
I took her to Elliott
Diamonds on Meechie
Them diamonds, they dancin'
She know I'm Chris Breezy
I'm havin' this young money, feelin' like Weezy
I cannot fuck with lil' shawty, she sneaky
She know that I'm pretty, she callin' me dreamy
I turn off the lights in this bitch and get freaky, yeah
Shawty gon' throw it, yeah, yeah
I'ma have it filmed, slow motion, yeah
She don't even know it
I make the same money, motherfucker, Terrell Owens
Yeah, that's more than bonus
I'm rappin', she partin' her legs, I'm Moses, yeah
This ain't Rick Owens
I flew to New York just to cop me the MoMA's
That's your ho? (That's your ho?)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
Shawty on go? Yeah, yeah (Shawty on go?)
Shit, I'm on go, too, yeah (Shit, I'm on go, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (Crazy man)
That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too)
That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (That's your ho? Crazy, man)
That's my ho, too, yeah
That's your bitch? (That's your bitch?)
For real? That's my bitch, too (That's my bitch, too)
Yeah, she throw that shit back (She throw that shit back, yeah)
She suck on that dick, too (Wait, huh, crazy man)
You made you a hit? (Yeah, crazy man)
I made me some hits too (Yeah, made me some hits)
You runnin' your mouth? (You runnin' your mouth?)
'Cause that's what a bitch do (That's what a bitch do)
But any nigga know, in the studio, I wasn't no rapper
I was a trapper, sir, God made me do this, it just start comin' out
I start, just, bleedin' slavery, like, "Phugh"
