Another Number

[Verse - Thurzday]

Ho is not short for honey,

Homie, holy, hobby

Inner woods of holly, [sh...]

Molly popping by golly

While prayers go out to whoever fathers her child

A smile is probably what gotcha

Catching that old sea bass, garlic butter on lobster

[With bling on,?] she watched ya', act liked she foreign

But from the [??] with a rapport for [touring?]

Off a nigga cash [int?] [tent?] be obscurrin'

[Flirt?] with your [chaps,?] she in search of Ralph Lauren

[?] pull your cash low and cook campaign pouring

She drunk off Rose thinking no dick the morning

All [?] spade with the ace big bust

Small waist look good, and do better with a face

To use what she got to put your balls in her palm

When she leaves she puts her ring back on

[Hook - Bj the Chicago Kid]

Yeah, when the clock stops, you're just another number

Then it's the next stop, never see her again

Again until the beat drops

Her friends think shes a star now

But fellas know she's a [?]

But you're just another number

[Verse 2 - Thurzday]

These hoes will stick you up

Pussy gonna chased mouse

Ransacking your house, swiping your account

Multiple amounts, that all brought doubt

But made you forget because that magic in her mouth

That you thought was free, when she put ten on three

Ran that game like she got her own money

And don't leave no nigga [?]?] sunny

Daddy [and?] shoes gave her the psyche of a junkie

Addicted to the pipes of athletes, and more...

Them panties an open door, accustom to all fours

They say love is the duty of the soul

So is it beautiful to only love whatever grows on trees

(What separates the women from the hoes)

[?] is never good, until your eyes' seen worse

So I hope you stay clean from the dirt

And keep them jazzy bells off the collar of your [?] shirt

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