Woorden:
One Chance Broad Like That

go back how you gon' trip over a broad like that. Verse 1[Courtney]: Aye listen playa there's somethin I gotta tell ya its about ya main chick, (go head man) that

maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep Till one of us lays me and my nigga That's the fear of these triggers

had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it You keep runnin ya mouth like them broads do I gotta learn you, like a school

lock up and its fucked up, shit we got to have that ass and theres no love, mommies just be at that stash tryin to get me pop one in and now she got

Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you ain't ever gonna break that glass The windshield

best so they got me mistooken So clock in and watch this lyrical ass whoopin' 'Cause they got flows that make hoes sleepy like slow jams My shit rocks (Cocaine) Like

suit Or a fresh white tee whatever it might be A neck like whao or a wrist like freeze Rings like those, cuff links like these Baby, you ain?t never met a man like

For him to have done it, a babysitter and a car he would need The stripper broad, my TV and couch, she couldn't carry it Unless some nigga helped and that

know? Must come to light) Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter One and only, guaranteed, I ain't trippin' Yo, it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' else Untraceable, like