Tryin' To F*ck Something Lyrics - My Homies, Pt. 2 - Scarface

1: Vicious] 

I ain't the type to buy you flowers and cards 

Out here lovin these broads, I'm tryina pull a menage 

The truth is I'm kinda sneaky with it, kinda freaky with it 

You got a partner and she down? Baby, she can get it 

I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a fool with it 

I got my eight hoes and everybody cool with it 

You sayin Vicious ain't no playa, what you call that? 

She ain't bi, I don't ask 'em won't you call back 

I searched the hood up tryina find them hood hoes 

[?] this bitch jumped out her clothes 

You ain't gotta be a dime, just be fine and don't be lyin, hoe 

You see me with somebody, don't be cryin and tryina shine, hoe 

Stay out of mine, hoe, stay in line, hoe 

This is big boy shit, respect the grind, hoe 

What's understood shouldn't have to be explained 

I ain't your man, so what you sayin? 

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I ain't tryina hang with niggas, I came with niggas 

You wanna talk, I want a hoe to put this thang up in her 

No disrespect to you, partner, I got love for you 

But all these bitches in the club, you wanna talk to a dude 

So I'ma say it nice, so you can get shit clear 

Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here 

Okay, you got a CD, I'll call you if it's bumpin 

But for now you gots to move on, cause a nigga's tryina fuck somethin 

I walk in the club gettin love cause I'm a made nigga 

Hoes watchin, heard that I'm a paid nigga 

We got the hood locked, everybody know my name 

Hater wanna mug, nigga act like he gon' blow my brains 

Is it the watch oir the diamonds in the grill 

See, I don't wanna do this, man, I been tryina chill 

It's plenty broads, so many brawls shut the party down 

I met a nigga, he don't know [?] 

We tear the bar down, cornrow, we chase it with goose 

Bought drinks for everybody in the place that we knew 

I spit this yellow broad, I tell the broad to come here 

I run this town and I can tell that you ain't from here 

Let's get acquainted, introduced myself 

Bitch was off the chain, tryin not to lose myself 

I ran game to her, got her number, set her free 

Said she had a man, I said, 'Tell your man you met a G' 

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Everybody ain't no baller, I see you tryin, brah 

Tuck that chain and them rings, you see eye for an eye, brah 

And I ain't gon' lie, brah, I been in the sky, brah 

Since I signed with Scarface I've been all the way live, brah 

And I always been fly, brah, and always had a dame, nigga 

I ain't no sell-out and I ain't gon' never change, nigga 

I love the lifestyle, the drama in the hood 

I could never leave my mama in the hood 

But back to these bitches [?] when you chose me 

I ain't 'bout to be no duck, I'm known how you hoes be 

No disrespect, I ain't lookin for a wife 

I wanna fuck, bitch, I'm tryina hook up tonight 

What you say, what it do, come follow me 

Your man ask you who that pussy for, you gon' holler me 

Holler Vicious, boo, holler Big Daddy 

You remember how we did in the Caddy 

Yo 

It's all good, my nigga 

But look, if you see a nigga on the creep, man 

And he got a bitch with him 

Let him make it 

If you see a nigga standin by the bar, man 

Shootin at some hoes or whatever, man 

Holler at me 

But after that, let me make it