So Long - Obie Trice

I got this chick named Ari, all she do is want to party

Always want to meet up in public with a Barbie

Swear she’s a Barbie, Nicki, she got it going

Ass fat, keep a straight wig on her dome

Never at home, hot ass, she hit the street nights

Paparazzi, earrings reflecting off the street lights

Never want to sit tight, she call a nigga midnight

To tell me after two, she’s coming to get my dick right

Well baby, that’s cool, but listen, I’m getting older

Nowadays, after 2, I’m sleeping, I’m rolling over

I call you about noon, you was tweaking, you wasn’t sober

I can see you in your room hungover all on the sofa

Them days over for Obie, I’m on some next shit

Way it’s looking like, I’m going so domestic

You ain’t cooking nice or hooking up that breakfast

I’ma direct you to the exit, biatch

(So long, so long)

I’ve been fucking y’all for years, time for Obie to duck up out of here

(So long, so long)

You enjoyed Obie’s pleasing, but pardon me, good evening

(So long, so long)

Been a player like forever, I’m gone, it’s time for O to move on

(So long, so long)

You done had a lot of fun, right?

But pardon me, good night

Time for me to move on

I’m telling the girls so long

(I'ma direct you to the exit, biatch)

I got this chick named Mona, always want me on the phone with her

When I’m on the road, she blowing up my horn at her

She don’t like the homies, she always want me alone with her

Social skills ill, something had to be wrong with her

Lock me in the crib since she ain’t fucking with wanderers

Niggas got to live, see that will never become of us

Want to be my rib, literally fuck my kids

Fuck a sister, speak up, yo disappear

Baby listen here, your tack glisten full of wackness

You don’t like kids, you need a psychiatric pamphlet

I don’t give a shit how damp your snatch get

How loud your ass clap, you’s a crazy ass bitch

Going through life ass backwards, your motto

Carrying all that baggage, bottle

Marrying me’s not happening, bye dude

There’s the door, yep, I mean to be rude

I got this chick named Keisha, all she do is smoke reefer

When she say she love me, it’s hard for me to believe her

Cause when she say she love me, she’s rolling up sativas

Smoker’s choiced lips, bitch swears she’s a diva

Yeah I grew up off the chronic, but she’s so Wiz Khalifa

Keep a couple grams of OG in her sneaker

Dressed like the 90s, Dooney & Bourke purse

I try to coerce her to Louie, it never worked

So pitiful, forgetful

You on some hoopy shit when Obie is so in it, boo

I like to hit and quit, you claim that it’s medicinal

I swear you be getting more licks than my dick do

I know you on the, ganja

Sometimes I’m wishing, bitch, that I was marijuana

You thinking relationship, I’m thinking more like nada

I won’t be seeing you tomorrow, bitch

(So long, so long)

I’ve been fucking y’all for years, time for Obie to duck up out of here

(So long, so long)

You enjoyed Obie’s pleasing, but pardon me, good evening

(So long, so long)

Been a player like forever, I’m gone, it’s time for O to move on

(So long, so long)

We’re supposed to be peers, but you never caught up, fuck out of here