Return Of The P lyrics

[Verse]
Let a dirty dog off the leash just expect him to roam
I'm tryna see what goes through n*ggas heads 'cause it can't be a comb
I can't trust a n*gga with a haircut, a chain, and a phone
And if I bought it you can't keep it b*tch, it's a loan
Let me get this sh*t up off my chest fore I kick you in yours
Plotting on how I can do you in while you was doing whores
I kinda wish that you was saying less and you was doing more
Don't make me clean up every b*tch you f*cking with, I'm good at chores
Sliding down the wall crying, I was throwing up for dude
Now I want my lick back, got some growing up to do
Showed yo' naked ass cheeks while I was showing up for you
I'm the one who held it down pus*y, now it's up for you
I gotta admit I like being played 'cause that sh*t turn me up
I'm hot you can't burn me up
I might go buy me a brand new truck
I might just get me a brand new man
Or make up a brand new dance
Whatever I do, I won't be sad for you
b*tch n*gga you blew your chance
Point me to the richest n*gga in the room I'll make him my b*tch
Sometimes you gotta show a n*gga you ain't going for none of that sh*t
You gotta leave a n*gga in the dirt and don't look back even if he was bleeding (at all)
'Cause I'm the baddest b*tch breathing
I said what I said b*tch I ain't deleting
Pop sh*t in your face I don't do the sneaking
I treat a n*gga like he my sl*t and walk right past him like we ain't speaking
I really don't find n*ggas intriguing
I think n*ggas like being misleading
You with your partners acting like a monster
Behind closed doors your tricking and treating
Aye let's go
Ain't no n*gga trapping me I'm probably trapping him
I don't know him
b*tch you asking me, you should be asking him
Aye I'm not his b*tch, I'm not his wife so I'm not nagging him
You see me with a n*gga then he tricking, I'm not smashing him
b*tch ass n*gga