Ciara

Ciara - So What with Field Mob lyrics

Ladies and Gentlemen

Jazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's

Here we go

Chorus [Ciara] :

They say

He do a little this

He do a little that

He always in trouble

And I heard

He nuthin' but a pimp

He's done a lot of chicks

He's always in the club

And they say

He think he slick

He's got a lot of chips

He's sellin them drugs

And I heard

He's been locked up

Find somebody else

He ain't nuthin' but a thug

So what, so what, so what, so what

Verse [Field Mob] :

(Hey, hey)

And they say

I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak

I got a different girl everyday of the week

You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe

That stuff that you heard that they say about me

They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that

But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact

But you don't be hearin' it about your lover

You let it go in one ear and out the other

Now he say, she say, they say, I heard

The beef fake, we can't let it get on our nerves

She miserable, she just want you to be

Like her, misery needs company

So don't listen to that vine of grapes, They're

Nuthin' but liars hatin', and I bet

They wouldn't mind tradin' places

With you by my side in my Mercedes

Chorus [Ciara] :

They say

He do a little this

He do a little that

He always in trouble

And I heard

He nuthin' but a pimp

He's done a lot of chicks

He's always in the club

And they say

He think he slick

He's got a lot of chips

He's selling them drugs

And I heard

He's been locked up

Find somebody else

He ain't nuthin' but a thug

So what, so what, so what, so what

Verse [Field Mob] :

(Tell 'em CiCi)

Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend

Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'

So what, that's your cousin? that don't mean nuthin'

Her like missin' is a type of affection

You get, you just blind to the facts

See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention

Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion

But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me

Why you stress this high school mess?

Break up never, they just jealous

Drama from your mama, mean mug from your brothers

I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover

Yes, I, I been to jail

And yes, I'm grindin for real

I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp

They hate to see you doin' better than them

So

Chorus [Ciara] :

They say

He do a little this

He do a little that

He always in trouble

And I heard

He nuthin' but a pimp

He's done a lot of chicks

He's always in the club

And they say

He think he slick

He's got a lot of chips

He's sellin them drugs

And I heard

He's been locked up

Find somebody else

He ain't nuthin' but a thug

So what, so what, so what, so what

Verse [Ciara] :

Some people don't like it

'Cause you hang out in the streets

But you're my boyfriend

You've always been here for me

This love is serious

No matter what people think

I'm gonna be here for ya

And I don't care what they say

Some people don't like it

'Cause you hang out in the streets

But you're my boyfriend

You've always been here for me

I love the thug in ya

No matter what people think

I'm gonna be here for ya

And I don't care what they say

Chorus

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