My Girl - 5 and Better Series Volume 4

[Otis Redding:]

"I guess you will say

Ooh, "What can make me feel this way?"

It's my girl, my girl, my girl"

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

Hahahahah Godddddd Damnnnn

You can't be serious, man

Don't call my motherf*cking phone over no b*tch, man

Man, I-I think Imma f*ck around and get killed by one of these n*ggas

Pussy is some serious sh*t, man

N*gga ready to murder over that sh*t

Hahaaaa

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

That girl ain't your girlfriend

She does the same things to me

It's plain to see

That she ain't who she claims to be

But you can keep trusting her, 'cause I'm just f*ckin' her

That girl ain't your girlfriend, n*gga

That girl ain't your girlfriend, n*gga

That girl ain't your girl

N*gga, you should see the way she smiles at me

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

I ain't never been a trick

So I don't offer her much

Most of these bad b*tches won't walk with a crutch

And they dyin' to get out of New York in a rush

You got big dreams you just talking too much so hush

Let's hop in the truck and swing an ep'

After this

You gon' need a blunt or cigarette (yup)

I know they wanna see a n*gga sweat

But I ain't tryna turn in my player card just yet

I think about it in the jet

You ain't sh*t but you hollering respect

That's why you feel neglect

I'm focused

"Cause that's how you get the check

Don't trip over your chick That's how you get the tech

Be easy, n*gga

The f*ck you expect?

I'm a celebrity with diamonds all over my neck

I'm on the road with a flawless rep

N*gga don't make me make your broad my pet

'Cause

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

That girl ain't your girlfriend

She does the same things to me

It's plain to see

That she ain't who she claims to be

But you can keep trusting her, 'cause I'm just f*ckin' her

That girl ain't your girlfriend, n*gga

That girl ain't your girlfriend, n*gga

That girl ain't your girl

N*gga, you should see the way she smiles at me

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Yeah, uh

There ain't nothing like a chick from the gutter

A b*tch coming at her face she gon' whip her and cut her

She think n*ggas ain't sh*t 'cause she live with her brother

But she's doing the same thing just undercover

N*gga, what makes you so special?

She putting on that innocent act to impress you

Another n*gga probably got the hoe in a pretzel

And you only gon' find out if she let you

Man

The right b*tch will have a n*gga stressed out

Ringing her cellphone as soon as she steps out

You ain't thinking about the ex in the cut

She driving your car to go pick the next n*gga up

If you know some n*gga is getting the ass you in love with

You probably spazz and whip her ass in public

You spend time with 'em but you don't really know 'em

Man I only trust a b*tch as far as i can throw 'em

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

That girl ain't your girlfriend

She does the same things to me

It's plain to see

That she ain't who she claims to be

But you can keep trusting her, 'cause I'm just f*ckin' her

That girl ain't your girlfriend, n*gga

That girl ain't your girlfriend, n*gga

That girl ain't your girl

N*gga, you should see the way she smiles at me