in the fourth grade I had a crush on Tia Smith
sixth grade and this crush is turned to Beatrice
but they don’t like me
because I’m too nice
and I’m kinda fat
and not the dope type
But I grew out of that
And it’s a miracle
not every girl sees me as marrying material
It’s a buyers market
I’m Alicia’s target
And every other girl who wanna let me steam their carpet
I love these hipster girls
and they feel the same
now they don’t have to choose when someone asks them Drake or Wayne
and niggas waiting on me
we didn’t have a voice
we used to have to act street but now you’ve got a choice
my momma’s brownie mix
i keep the goodies moist
of every girl i’m tappin
this wasn’t supposed to happen
hard to keep my thoughts straight
on every date
especially when my penis talking
SWAT team, cover me
i’m going in.
I do not talk. I am just a rapper.
Yes, i got
i’m meeting other girls
but you don’t wanna hear that
for fear that i fuck a lot.
and you don’t wanna get attached cause you’ll like me
i fucked a girl named Keira Knightly
Nah, I made it up
Cause it sounded dope
I don’t give a fuck.
Ride me, Giddy up.
They can hear us in the hall, arsenio.
naw girl i don’t wanna shoot a video
i do it all day
don’t you watch me on the tv show?
i’m gonna get mines any means necessary
got red bull pulsing through my pulmonary
least i feel like it
met her at a club
now we’re making out
and i ain’t spend a dub
i’m gonna try to live it up like top floor
and my girls like get so i bought more
all girls 18 and over love this light speed Casanova
house pimped out will young sonoma
sleep on me that is a coma
yeah nigga, you see what i’m getting at
i’m getting at her
i’m hitting that
her kitty cat purred
how weird is that?
i’m digging that
a nigga not
trying to say i don’t make mistakes
i’m trying to fix all the hearts i break
but every time that we talk in my apartment
we’re gonna kiss a little
and then we start shit
don’t call again!
we can’t be friends!
i swear that this is the end!
then i call her next week
and we do it again.
my girls, my girls, my girls. my girls.
my girls, my girls, my girls, my girls.
I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things, like a social status.
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls.