Ladies and gentlemen
Jazzy Pha
Field Mob
Ciara
Superstar DJs
Here we go

They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble (and I heard)
He ain't nothin' 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 nothin' but a thug
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?

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're 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 i'ts fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your love
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
It be 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 nothin' but liars hatin'
I bet they wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my Mercedes

They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble (and I heard)
He ain't nothin' 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 nothin' but a thug
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?

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 nothin'
Her like missin' is a type of affection you get
You just blind to the facts
See the lies are just 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 mother, mean mug from your brother
I'm that author of the book they can judge from the cover
(Yes) I been to jail, and
(Yes) I'm grindin' for real, and
I'm a positive they talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them
So

They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble (and I heard)
He ain't nothin' 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 nothin' but a thug
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?

Ladies and gentlemen
Ciara

Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the street
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for ya
And I don't care what they say

Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the street
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 gon' be here for ya
And I don't care what they say

They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble (and I heard)
He ain't nothin' 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 nothin' but a thug
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?

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Writer(s): Alexander Phalon, Cedric Williams, Darion T. Crawford, Shawn T. Johnson, Zachary Wallace