[Intro: Future]
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it (Mike WILL Made-It)
[Chorus: Future]
A bitch gon' be a bitch, a ho gon' be a ho
A killer gon' be a killer, that's something you need to know
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
A dealer gon' be a dealer, a plug gon' be a plug
My niggas, them my niggas, we just like blood
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
[Verse 1: Future]
I had a young hot thang, fucked my bro and gave 'em brain
And she expect for me to love her, I can never be a lame
I'm attracted to her sexually, but she ain't my main dame
We can be the best of friends, shawty, but you off the chain
See I ain't gonna hold it against ya, I'ma keep it pimping with ya
Don't you come at me with issues, ain't tryna get all in your mixture
I ain't tryna come to get ya, you can meet me somewhere on Peachtree
At the W on the 14th, ain't tryna fuck no ho tryna know me
And they wanna fuck my woadie, already smashed the homie
Half of these bitches phony, singing love songs like Toni
Ms. Braxton, you the action, stop acting
Just another sad love song waiting to happen
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it (Mike WILL Made-It)
[Chorus: Future]
A bitch gon' be a bitch, a ho gon' be a ho
A killer gon' be a killer, that's something you need to know
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
A dealer gon' be a dealer, a plug gon' be a plug
My niggas, them my niggas, we just like blood
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
[Verse 1: Future]
I had a young hot thang, fucked my bro and gave 'em brain
And she expect for me to love her, I can never be a lame
I'm attracted to her sexually, but she ain't my main dame
We can be the best of friends, shawty, but you off the chain
See I ain't gonna hold it against ya, I'ma keep it pimping with ya
Don't you come at me with issues, ain't tryna get all in your mixture
I ain't tryna come to get ya, you can meet me somewhere on Peachtree
At the W on the 14th, ain't tryna fuck no ho tryna know me
And they wanna fuck my woadie, already smashed the homie
Half of these bitches phony, singing love songs like Toni
Ms. Braxton, you the action, stop acting
Just another sad love song waiting to happen
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