She smashed a homie. She smashed a homie. And I don't know if I should keep her. She smashed a homie. She smashed a homie. And I don't know. I don't know.What rhymes with smash? I guess fast. Fast meaning hot box with a freaky little ass. They say you lay up with dogs, then you can wake up with fleas. I'm surprised that when I was goosin' her, I didn't end up with a disease. Bitch, please. Funky cock. You ran through my court more miles than Jet Blue. If I would've known that you was gonna be out there like this, I would've put your naive ass on the street.You could've been my hoe, bitch. My HB. We could've got rich instead of you givin' it up for free. We could've got bread if you was gonna be givin' them niggas head.We could've got paid if you was gonna be openin' up.Your legs, your legs. Now you're broken low. You're broken low. Cause you smashed a homie. I can't be seen with you. You got a bad rep. What you might wanna do is get somewhere where they love you at. Bitch!She smashed a homie. She smashed a homie. And I don't know if I should keep her. She smashed a homie. She smashed a homie.And I don't know.I don't know.I don't know.I don't know.Go on, I'll show some rub.Absolutely stuck him with it so I put it up in it, then I bent it and gave it to my nephew. He did what he had to. After it was over, she smiled and said, I'm glad you had the time of your life. And you can get this every night.. Is that right? Oh, damn.She smashed a homie. She smashed a homie. And I don't know if I should keep her. She smashed a homie. She smashed a homie.And I don't know, I don't knowShe's like a female Mike TysonShe knock them out, every Tennessee Titan24 times, Kobe BryantIn Minnesota, doing all the Vikings1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10New York Giants, no lyingShe ran through so many of my friendsShe deserves to win a HeismanShe smashed the homieShe smashed the homieAnd I don't know if I should keep herShe smashed the homieShe smashed the homieAnd I don't know, I don't knowI don't know if I should keep her