[Verse 1:]
They want too many of the new shoes
But still this shorty seem just like a shoe in
Defeat was getting ruthless cause the size becomes a nuisance
So I stayed right on top of the feelings, but bottom line
That bottom line can make you slap her bottom all the time
Tough love and plus she rather absolutely have no part of me
If harmony pardons me away from terms of monogamy
Rather have bottles in front of me than a frontal lobotomy
Cause honestly the headaches aren’t the same coming up out of me
These scandalous females roll like V12′s, not watching speed
And couldn’t care ’bout deep feelings unless your pockets feeling deep
But all we really need are good trees to light the flames
To match the candle lit dinner we ate on the 28th
And all it really takes is me having the cake
To cut yo’ cake then put it in your face and
That’s exactly how we gonna FaceTime
Raised my standards so high, but it don’t keep ‘em from getting low
Piano notes got her swanking like Rihanna strokes
[Hook:]
I only need me a smooth gal, nice enough to be a nigga rude gal
We can hit 2 L’s and get too cool for any new pals
But let me break it down, let me break it down
For now your services was necessary when you stepped into my town
But she giving me mo’wetter blues, mo’wetter blues
But she giving me mo’wetter blues, mo’wetter blues
But she giving me mo’wetter blues, mo’wetter blues
But she giving me mo’wetter blues, mo’wetter blues
[Verse 2:]
You know love flies out the door when money comes in your window
Old flames trying to get some light, but they ain’t indo’
I’m drowning in sorrows while I’m drowning out her lingo
But still her body language for that lingerie says ”wet simply synchro”
After that I get the feeling like she’s skipping out my relations
Better not take the chance of thirst when this flow cause your dehydration
From 3000 miles away and in the Himalayas, women want the playas
But still arguing like ”why you trying to play us?”
On that note like a saxophone so you bound to blow
While this poem flows with a fluorescent exception for hoes
I keep money in clothes, half existing in my natural thinking
But I’ve been sinking from 47 bottles been drinking
But ain’t no coming back from life in the crash
So times require for the ink to sink in drafts to run these tracks in a dash
And then forgive, but no forgetting the past
So I’ve been keeping every future wife
Remembering they got me to last got me the last
[Hook:]
[Bridge:]
Shawty’s put your legs up, wave ‘em in the air
Wave them motherfvckers like you just don’t care
We got 47 acres and 47 bitches
Roll up some swishers with wet swimmers like fishes
