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Dej Loaf - Ladies Leave Your Man At Home Lyrics

[Intro]
(Benji, he got Benjamins)

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches
I told you once before, I don't play with niggas
He think I don't know, hmm
He think I don't know
I been fuckin' with his boy on the low
I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home
1942, take a shot of Patrón (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
But, you gotta know, everything I got, I built on my own
You probably tell my business, I don't trust you at all
Changed your whole image 'soon as we got involved
I'm the one you would call, still hit my phone and I never respond
I'm the one you would call (Yeah), still hit my phonе and I never respond
I don't wanna bе your friend
Still gettin' dough, charge it to the game
You know how it go, don't play with my name
You know how it go, yeah, you know how it go
You know how it go
Aye (Whoa)

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches
I told you once before, I don't play with niggas
He think I don't know, hmm
He think I don't know
I been fuckin' with his boy on the low
I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home (Whoa)
1942, take a shot of Patrón
[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
Look, I been feelin' like, I should go and fuck a nigga, get it over with (Aye)
I ain't goin' baby, you can miss me with that goofy shit
Never let a nigga do me how he did that other bitch
Always talkin' shit, fuckin' hypocrite
How you think you better than the next nigga (How?)
Baggin' me your best move yet, it's a flex, nigga (That’s right)
Never had to build a bitch, came to you rocked up
I been gettin' money, and, nigga, ain't ever stopped nothin', fuck you thought? (Hahaha)
Money talk, and I'm fluent
Ego trippin' got you lookin' lame, what you doin'?
And you know I'm ten steps ahead of any bitch who bad
You gon' lose every time how the fuck you play it (On God)
Nigga, please, I'm a D-Girl, don't make me hurl
Bad as fuck, and this pussy wet as Sea World
Ladies, leave your man at home, we got new toys
NBA, NFL, alphabet boys (Alphabet boys)
You heard me, pussy
Baby, I'm a star player, boy, you a rookie (Fuck outta here)
He gon' do a little, but, trust me, I do the most (Most)
Send some Ace of Spades to your hoe and we do a toast
'Cause she just took a lame nigga off my hands
On the business is where I stand, fuck nigga

[Bridge: DeJ Loaf]
Get money, that's all I know
Feelings about shit, I moved on, yeah
I moved on, yeah, so long, yeah
I moved on, yeah, so long, yeah
I don't want that toxic love, make him fight for my love with boxing gloves, yeah (Whoa)
I know that he knows (I know that he knows)
I know that he knows (I know that he knows)
My heart is cold (My heart is cold)
Pick 'em— Eeny, miny, mo, yeah
I pick 'em— Eeny, miny, mo
Aye, pick 'em— Eeny, miny, mo
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches
I told you once before, I don't play with niggas
He think I don't know, hmm
He think I don't know
I been fuckin' with his boy on the low
I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home
1942, take a shot of Patrón