Foolish Dudes
Foolish Dudes
Foolish dudes never have a clue
Shootin they own foot while stealin loot
Slappin chicks and yelling at kids
Actin like Ike Turner til she hits the skids
Bruisin up chicks givin out licks
Burnin bridges fatal decisions lights flick flicks
Now old all alone and scared
Askin why wifey ain't here
Messed up your blessing now she gone
Bet she not alone
She chillin with your bank account and house
No longer your bruised up spouse
Rewind time change your messed up ways
So she feel appreciated and then she'll stay
Wisin up, grow up and stop clingging to momma
Be that good man and poppa
Copyright © Taina Hogu | Year Posted 2011
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