"Beat It Up" lyrics

I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up
I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies
But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine
So I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right
No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night
And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up
Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, "That's enough"

I walked outside (Look), I'm tired of this, man
My juvie in the yard with my drawers in her hand (Uh-oh)
My girl looked at me and said, "You dog-ass nigga" (Ooh)
"Finna put this knife in your motherfuckin' liver" (No, you ain't)
I couldn't say shit, had to leave the house (Let's go, man)
She punched me in my shit, all I did is walk off
Because I'm wrong (Yup), but tonight, when she go home (Yup)
I'ma keep callin' her phone 'til she let me lay that bone (Fuck that shit)
My other bitch done put me on child support (Garbage)
My nigga on the run slipped and got on that dope
I need to fuck somethin' bad, I got some pressure built up (Rrr)
So the next thing I fuck, she gon' get extra ripped up
I looked up to God and told Him fix this shit (You gotta fix this shit)
I got J-Lo at home (Ooh), I need my bitch, look
3 in the morning, girl still hangin' up the phone
She answer, "Bring your nasty ass home," girl, I'm on my way home

Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up
I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies
But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine
And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right
No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night
And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up
Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, "That's enough"

Now this next time (Aw, shit), this bitch hit me on my chirp line
"Boosie, how my mouth was?" and I'm right on side my fuckin' girl (Look)
"Oh, you lettin' them hoes suck on my shit?"
I told her no, she sucked B, but he just played like he was me
She got quiet for a minute, I kissed her on her neck (Neck)
I played with that pussy and I got my girl wet
She say, "I love your black ass," I say, "I love you too"
Another bitch done hit me up, "Boosie, what do it do?"
Man, she grabbed my phone, "Who is this ho?" Hung up, she broke my shit
Threw out all my doja and shit and had a nigga more sick
Damn, what I done did? (What I done did?)
She like, "Boosie, you ain't gon' never see your motherfuckin' kids"
I told her that I'm sorry, I'm tired of lyin', tired of seein' my girl cryin'
Need a second, third chance, please don't get another man
Been months since I took you out, always in that fuckin' south
I wanna beat that pussy up, please don't put a nigga out

Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up
I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies
But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine
And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right
No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night
And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up
Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, "That's enough" (Look)

Now, lately (Lately), everybody been trippin' (Say what?)
Me, you, and the children (Yeah), everybody been slippin'
I'ma keep it real, let's get it right (Let's get it right)
Let's have a dinner, girl, candlelight shit (Candlelight shit, girl), that'll be nice
But the ice ain't make it happen (Nope), price ain't make it happen
But it wasn't all that, it was hoes who brought the madness
Used to laugh with each other, now we mad at each other
In the bed we used to cuddle, now I barely even fuck her
And every time you're gone, I be thinkin' of you
Got my thing rock hard, girl, I'm fiendin' for you
And when we first met, it was right on time
You was Bonnie, I was Clyde
Girl, you down to ride? "Please, nigga, I'm your ride or die"
That's what I like to hear (Yeah), whisper softly in my ear (Real)
Let's take 'em to the bank like Seagal on "Hard to Kill"
All these years down the drain (Down the drain)
I'm seventy-five percent wrong, I'll never change, but I'm workin' to get better, man

Now, baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise, I'm gon' make that up
I know you sick of all them bitches with them rumors and lies
But however gets the weather, you gon' always be mine
And I'm gon' stretch my time, we can make things right
No more layin' between them sheets by yourself at night
And I'm gon' beat that pussy up, beat that pussy up
Girl, I'm gon' beat that pussy up until you holler, "That's enough"

Boosie Badazz on the track, nigga
Mouse with the beat
It's more than beautiful, baby, believe that
But I gotta go, though (I gotta holler at you), I gotta go now
'Cause I'm on my way home
On my way home, on my way home, on my way home
Dog, I'm on my way home
On my way home (For real), on my way home
I'ma beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up