She Won't Stay At Home - Guilty Simpson

Every time I get a show

I don’t have to tell her, ‘cause she already know

In the front row with a crew of heavy hitters just in case

She sees another woman getting' all up in my face

I told her to relax and I don’t like the way she acts

But, she keeps behaving like a fucking maniac

Now I’m wondering if baby really got my back

Or if she a hound with my scent all on her track

When I ask her to trio, she on the other end

Talking about her cousin, told her that I fucked her friend

And she heard another girl is doing me as well

But, I fucked her cousin, who is she to tell?

(Dirty bitch) the pot called the kettle black

Fuck that bitch

Run and tell her that the pussy and the head was wack (boo)

I find every time I leave, soon after hear you come, please let me breathe

Runnin' the streets, coming home to a fight

Mad ‘cause a brother stayed out all night

The next day guess who had plans

With a low tight cut and some skin tight pants

I’m not the jealous type

In fact, you and your girl should party every night

Do ya' thang, have some fun, go ‘head get a life

I recommend it;

the only other option left is just end it

But, something tells me that the broad’s mental

She flatten all your tires and bust your car windows

I’m so tired of the senseless beef

On my heels when I walk the streets