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FIELD MOB lyrics : "So What"

(feat. Ciara)

[Chorus: Ciara]

They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard

He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club

And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard

He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what

So what
So what
So what


[Verse 1: Field Mob]
And they say I'm a [email protected]#%, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak

I got a different girl every day of the week
You too smart to
You'd be a dummy to believe

That stuff that you heard
That they say about me
They say I done this

They said I done that
But all of it's fiction none of it's facts
But you don't be hearing that about your love

You let it go in one ear and out the other
The he say, she say, they say, I heard
The beef ain't, 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 there

Nothing but liars hating I bet
They wouldn't mind trading places
With you by my side in my Mercedes


[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little of this

He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp

He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick

He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else

He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what

So what
So what


[Verse 2: Field Mob]
Mo' money mo' problems
Life of a legend

Haters throw salt like rice at a wedding
So what, that's your cousin
That don't mean nothing

Her like missing in a tight of affection
You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies, just obvious drives for attention

You to the fine just supply your suspicious
But listen, say you love me
Gotta trust me

Why you stress this high school mess
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama for your mama, mean mug for your brother

I'm the author of the book ^!$$% judge by the cover, yes
I-I been to jail, yes
I-I'm grinding for real and

I'm positive, they talking negative pimp
They hate to see you doing better then them, so

[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little of this

He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club

And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug

So what
So what
So what
So what


(Ladies and gentlemen! Ciara!)

[Hook: 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 gon' be here for you
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 like the thug in you
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you
And I don't care what they say


[Chorus: Ciara]
He do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club

And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what

So what
So what

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