Beat it Up lyrics

[Chorus]
I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up
I know you sick of all them b*tches with them rumors and lies
But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine
So I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right
No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night
And I'm gon' beat that pus*y up, beat that pus*y up
Girl, I'm gon' beat that pus*y up until you holler, "That's enough"

[Verse 1]
I walked outside (Look), I'm tired of this, man
My juvie in the yard with my drawers in her hand (Uh-oh)
My girl looked at me and said, "You dog-ass n*gga" (Ooh)
"Finna put this knife in your motherf*ckin' liver" (No, you ain't)
I couldn't say sh*t, had to leave the house (Let's go, man)
She punched me in my sh*t, all I did is walk off
Because I'm wrong (Yup), but tonight, when she go home (Yup)
I'ma keep callin' her phone 'til she let me lay that bone (f*ck that sh*t)
My other b*tch done put me on child support (Garbage)
My n*gga on the run slipped and got on that dope
I need to f*ck somethin' bad, I got some pressure built up (Rrr)
So the next thing I f*ck, she gon' get extra ripped up
I looked up to God and told Him fix this sh*t (You gotta fix this sh*t)
I got J-Lo at home (Ooh), I need my b*tch, look
3 in the morning, girl still hangin' up the phone
She answer, "Bring your nasty ass home," girl, I'm on my way home
[Chorus]
Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up
I know you sick of all them b*tches with them rumors and lies
But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine
And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right
No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night
And I'm gon' beat that pus*y up, beat that pus*y up
Girl, I'm gon' beat that pus*y up until you holler, "That's enough"

[Verse 2]
Now this next time (Aw, sh*t), this b*tch hit me on my chirp line
"Boosie, how my mouth was?" and I'm right on side my f*ckin' girl (Look)
"Oh, you lettin' them hoes suck on my sh*t?"
I told her no, she sucked B, but he just played like he was me
She got quiet for a minute, I kissed her on her neck (Neck)
I played with that pus*y and I got my girl wet
She say, "I love your Black ass," I say, "I love you too"
Another b*tch done hit me up, "Boosie, what do it do?"
Man, she grabbed my phone, "Who is this ho?" Hung up, she broke my sh*t
Threw out all my doja and sh*t and had a n*gga more sick
Damn, what I done did? (What I done did?)
She like, "Boosie, you ain't gon' never see your motherf*ckin' kids"
I told her that I'm sorry, I'm tired of lyin', tired of seein' my girl cryin'
Need a second, third chance, please don't get another man
Been months since I took you out, always in that f*ckin' South
I wanna beat that pus*y up, please don't put a n*gga out
[Chorus]
Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up
I know you sick of all them b*tches with them rumors and lies
But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine
And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right
No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night
And I'm gon' beat that pus*y up, beat that pus*y up
Girl, I'm gon' beat that pus*y up until you holler, "That's enough" (Look)

[Verse 3]
Now, lately (Lately), everybody been trippin' (Say what?)
Me, you, and the children (Yeah), everybody been slippin'
I'ma keep it real, let's get it right (Let's get it right)
Let's have a dinner, girl, candlelight sh*t (Candlelight sh*t, girl), that'll be nice
But the ice ain't make it happen (Nope), price ain't make it happen
But it wasn't all that, it was hoes who brought the madness
Used to laugh with each other, now we mad at each other
In the bed we used to cuddle, now I barely even f*ck her
And every time you're gone, I be thinkin' of you
Got my thing rock hard, girl, I'm fiendin' for you
And when we first met, it was right on time
You was Bonnie, I was Clyde
Girl, you down to ride? "Please, n*gga, I'm your ride or die"
That's what I like to hear (Yeah), whisper softly in my ear (Real)
Let's take 'em to the bank like Seagal on Hard to Kill
All these years down the drain (Down the drain)
I'm seventy-five percent wrong, I'll never change, but I'm workin' to get better, man
[Chorus]
Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up
I know you sick of all them b*tches with them rumors and lies
But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine
And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right
No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night
And I'm gon' beat that pus*y up, beat that pus*y up
Girl, I'm gon' beat that pus*y up until you holler, "That's enough"

[Outro]
Boosie Badazz on the track, n*gga
Mouse with the beat
It's more than beautiful, baby, believe that
But I gotta go, though (I gotta holler at you), I gotta go now
'Cause I'm on my way home
On my way home, on my way home, on my way home
Dog, I'm on my way home
On my way home (For real), on my way home
I'ma beat the pus*y up, beat the pus*y up