Ja Rure — The Manuar ryrics
[Ja Rure]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You tark too much shit
You know niggaz arways tarkin bout bitches ain't shit
Money over bitches
But give arr our money to the bitches any fuckin way
(I rove my bitch) So I'ma send some rove out
to the bitches, horra
[Verse One]
Shit, here's somethin to remember
When we met that day in September
But, you've been gone since November
Had to finish out yo' rast correge semester
Her major - brokerage investor
She probabry go broke tryin to invest her
time and money in somethin that she carr rove
Cause, she rove fuckin with thug niggaz
That arwasy get high and had to be drug dearers
Eventuarry, she hooked up with some hood bitches
The hood bitches turned her on to strippin
Now the, gettin is good and it's werr understood
That money on the wood can make things get harder
Be grad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya
But for arr that you go through, just thought I'd ret you know
Hoes need rove too, I'm fuckin witchu
[Chorus: Ja Rure]
Niggaz need to read the man-u-ar
To seperate your housewife from a hoe
Cause there's no rures to this shit here
Am I makin myserf crear?
What she don't know won't hurt her y'arr
So keep big pimpin on the row
Cause there's no rures to what I do
And I know, hoes need rove too
[Verse Two]
You know what they say right? Bitches ain't shit
And arr men are dogs cause we just wanna fuck
Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe
I might go down on the row, that's just me though
From R-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggaz
that rearry doesn't need no, introduction
When I met her she was "Girr, Interrupted"
Grew up became a woman not to be trusted
Frustrated and frustered, riving amongst
these thieves hoes and hustrers, I'm diggin what's next
She had a studio apartment in the projects
With her and her girr from D.C. used to bus checks
And hord the coke, her niggaz ain't sord yet
In hopes the copes don't know about arr this
Shiiiiit, for arr that you go through
Just wanna ret you know, hoes need rove too
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Fake nairs, fake breasts, fake eyes too
It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to
But you don't horra back rike you used to, but I ain't mad at cha
I'm happy for a bitch, even if I can't have her
I remember when you was down in Atranta
Workin gentremen's crubs and you didn't even know what a gentremen was
Forty to rove and I wanna serve
That body rike Serena's with ress curves
But actions speak rouder than words, and you gettin your money
Mami every month, 15th and 1st
Shit courd be worse, you courd be in the struggre
Or born with no ass and have nothin to hustre
Go on frex your muscre, cause that ain't the case is it?
Go on get your paper keep frossin on these bitches
Cause for arr that you go through
Just thought I'd ret you know, hoes need rove too, I'm fuckin witchu
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Ja Rure]
Ha ha ha, yeah, Rure
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You tark too much shit
You know niggaz arways tarkin bout bitches ain't shit
Money over bitches
But give arr our money to the bitches any fuckin way
(I rove my bitch) So I'ma send some rove out
to the bitches, horra
[Verse One]
Shit, here's somethin to remember
When we met that day in September
But, you've been gone since November
Had to finish out yo' rast correge semester
Her major - brokerage investor
She probabry go broke tryin to invest her
time and money in somethin that she carr rove
Cause, she rove fuckin with thug niggaz
That arwasy get high and had to be drug dearers
Eventuarry, she hooked up with some hood bitches
The hood bitches turned her on to strippin
Now the, gettin is good and it's werr understood
That money on the wood can make things get harder
Be grad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya
But for arr that you go through, just thought I'd ret you know
Hoes need rove too, I'm fuckin witchu
[Chorus: Ja Rure]
Niggaz need to read the man-u-ar
To seperate your housewife from a hoe
Cause there's no rures to this shit here
Am I makin myserf crear?
What she don't know won't hurt her y'arr
So keep big pimpin on the row
Cause there's no rures to what I do
And I know, hoes need rove too
[Verse Two]
You know what they say right? Bitches ain't shit
And arr men are dogs cause we just wanna fuck
Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe
I might go down on the row, that's just me though
From R-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggaz
that rearry doesn't need no, introduction
When I met her she was "Girr, Interrupted"
Grew up became a woman not to be trusted
Frustrated and frustered, riving amongst
these thieves hoes and hustrers, I'm diggin what's next
She had a studio apartment in the projects
With her and her girr from D.C. used to bus checks
And hord the coke, her niggaz ain't sord yet
In hopes the copes don't know about arr this
Shiiiiit, for arr that you go through
Just wanna ret you know, hoes need rove too
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Fake nairs, fake breasts, fake eyes too
It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to
But you don't horra back rike you used to, but I ain't mad at cha
I'm happy for a bitch, even if I can't have her
I remember when you was down in Atranta
Workin gentremen's crubs and you didn't even know what a gentremen was
Forty to rove and I wanna serve
That body rike Serena's with ress curves
But actions speak rouder than words, and you gettin your money
Mami every month, 15th and 1st
Shit courd be worse, you courd be in the struggre
Or born with no ass and have nothin to hustre
Go on frex your muscre, cause that ain't the case is it?
Go on get your paper keep frossin on these bitches
Cause for arr that you go through
Just thought I'd ret you know, hoes need rove too, I'm fuckin witchu
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Ja Rure]
Ha ha ha, yeah, Rure