POS lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, sh*t, ha
She say i'm a p.o.s
b*tch, it's probably true

[Verse 1]
Damn, am i atrocious or aggressive
Don't like my approaches
We don't ever split up
Someone call Moses, this is ridiculous
I say, "f*ck you!"
She approach with the fist up
We in rush hour
Eyes black like Chris Tuck
Only way i fix this here, get my di*k suck
Oh ya i'm a sick f*ck
Sick of probation officers holdin' p*ss cups
Picture me in Pittsburgh
With Jerome Bettis
Getting lettuce while i sip syrup
And i got a fetish for Alexis in a thin skirt
sh*t i'm a dog but a pimp first
Pinnacle of dollar bill inserts
Significant worth, i'm a j*rk though
Treat her like she only want a dollar bill from me
And a fur coat
But she want love
I'm dessert cold
See her every nine to five
But we don't work so

She say i'm a P.O.S
P.O.S., P.O.S., P.O.S
f*ck you, she say that i'm a...
sh*t, you sayin' im a P.O.S
f*ck you

[Verse 2]
We exchange perceptions
She don't say nothing positive
Say i don't know women and they prerogative
Say that technically we are opposite
She a nice girl
I'm a wolf inside a metropolis
Obvious i got my insecurities and impurities
And ambition for currency
But currently she was working on herself
Said she had her bags packed
Be moved out by the twelve
Well f*ck it, you took your heart up off the shelf
I slain mine
They say that love is a casualty
No it's petty crime
And they ain't got no justices
They just got grapevines
And the rumors they travel far
You gonna hate mine
I tell 'em you f*cked every motherf*cker in my whole clique
And my old b*tch
And the man that you met at Fubar in the two car in '06
Like oh sh*t
You say i'm a piece of sh*t
Well it's probably true b*tch
I'm just making peace with it, and
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
She tell me that i'm the bad guy
Hit her with low blows
She set appointments
I give her no show
See us together but i am solo
With red cups and she fed up with seeing
These photos with bimbos that's online
"f*ck's yo problem"
Kicked me out of that room
Late night when she found them condoms in my pocket
Tried to say they wasn't mine
I'm a damn lie
And i'm suckin' her dry
Who is the vampire
At first she's bitin' on me
There is left hooks
She went Tyson on me
Told me that i ain't sh*t
Started throwin' vices on me
And that's when i get name callin'
And i bring up fights with her father
And the temperature inside the room
Just get hotter
And i ain't takin' sh*t from a stupid b*tch yo'
And that's a promise
And she tell me, "Be honest, like did you love me?"
And i say, "Hell nah b*tch, it was a f*ck thing."
And that's why i'm a P.O.S
[Outro]
Piece of sh*t
I get that one a lot
You know, like i just don't got the patience to be dealing with this sh*t
And, and this is who you are dealing with b*tch
A stone cold individual
I've been called heartless, as*h*le
But they say that i'm a P.O.S