Dreamville, JID, T.I. - Ladies, Ladies, Ladies lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dreamville, JID, T.I. - Ladies, Ladies, Ladies lyrics]
I always wanted to do one
Of these type shit's
Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her Dandelion
She be panty less, so no panty lines
She from Campbellton, off of County Line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands
Though she fucked me
Tryna pluck a couple bucks like a banjo
Had a girl who was an artist, she could draw
Her name Tracy
She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces
And we argue all the time
But we fuck like we crazy
She said her favorite thing is face painting
I used to have this white shorty
Always hanging with the black folk
She used to bump Black Thought
I saw her using black soap
That's a wack thought
Ain't wanna kick her to the curb
Until she asked me, can she say the N-word?
Hey, can I say "nigga" around you?
Some nerve i knew a girl from Jersey
Used to love Donny Hathaway
And she was from Piscataway
Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him
"Put the gat away" i was tapping that ass
I'll never forget the Saturday
But it don't even matter like
D'Angelo and Laur' Hill
I had a country girl from
Alabama down in Mobile
At that time, she had mo' bills than me
And she, her, had no time to chill with me
I still miss her
I wonder where could she be?
Hand me the Fronto leaf
Hey, damn bro, I don't think we got no more
Aight, let's go to the store
Aight, nigga, but shit, we driving your shit
You driving?
Young nigga
You don't know nothing 'bout no bitches
Listen
Now as we smoke and ride and reminisce
I'm thinking back to a time when I was
Young and dumb with single nigga privileges
I had a chick, her name was Loraine
Did anything for me
On the day she get her hair done
Walk in the rain for me
Pick Sharika up and stole the car
She wasn't ashamed of me
Trapping hard, slept on the floor
And never complained to me
My baby went into stores and
Did her thang for me
Even ran from police and got it
Back on the train for me
Lame to me, half of these bitches
Laugh at these bitches
'Til the point you go on IG
And you can raffle these bitches
Not to say I wouldn't tackle these bitches
Given the chance
If it happened, it was destiny
Shit was out of my hands i'm saying
Man they say karma is constant
That means it's just
It's a consistent cycle of good and bad
Coming and going from every source of life
Existing on Earth, so
If I fucked a bitch real
Good back in the day
You know what I'm saying?
I'm talking like real good and
Like made her feel, you know
Like the woman that it made her into
The woman that she is right now, then
I'd expect somebody should be coming to fuck
Me real good any day now
I mean it's karma, right? (Sheesh)
Of these type shit's
Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her Dandelion
She be panty less, so no panty lines
She from Campbellton, off of County Line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands
Though she fucked me
Tryna pluck a couple bucks like a banjo
Had a girl who was an artist, she could draw
Her name Tracy
She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces
And we argue all the time
But we fuck like we crazy
She said her favorite thing is face painting
I used to have this white shorty
Always hanging with the black folk
She used to bump Black Thought
I saw her using black soap
That's a wack thought
Ain't wanna kick her to the curb
Until she asked me, can she say the N-word?
Hey, can I say "nigga" around you?
Some nerve i knew a girl from Jersey
Used to love Donny Hathaway
And she was from Piscataway
Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him
"Put the gat away" i was tapping that ass
I'll never forget the Saturday
But it don't even matter like
D'Angelo and Laur' Hill
I had a country girl from
Alabama down in Mobile
At that time, she had mo' bills than me
And she, her, had no time to chill with me
I still miss her
I wonder where could she be?
Hand me the Fronto leaf
Hey, damn bro, I don't think we got no more
Aight, let's go to the store
Aight, nigga, but shit, we driving your shit
You driving?
Young nigga
You don't know nothing 'bout no bitches
Listen
Now as we smoke and ride and reminisce
I'm thinking back to a time when I was
Young and dumb with single nigga privileges
I had a chick, her name was Loraine
Did anything for me
On the day she get her hair done
Walk in the rain for me
Pick Sharika up and stole the car
She wasn't ashamed of me
Trapping hard, slept on the floor
And never complained to me
My baby went into stores and
Did her thang for me
Even ran from police and got it
Back on the train for me
Lame to me, half of these bitches
Laugh at these bitches
'Til the point you go on IG
And you can raffle these bitches
Not to say I wouldn't tackle these bitches
Given the chance
If it happened, it was destiny
Shit was out of my hands i'm saying
Man they say karma is constant
That means it's just
It's a consistent cycle of good and bad
Coming and going from every source of life
Existing on Earth, so
If I fucked a bitch real
Good back in the day
You know what I'm saying?
I'm talking like real good and
Like made her feel, you know
Like the woman that it made her into
The woman that she is right now, then
I'd expect somebody should be coming to fuck
Me real good any day now
I mean it's karma, right? (Sheesh)