Your Own Skin

Uhh, you wanna be
It's Winnie Churchill, you motherfucker
I'm playing, I'm positive baby
I love you
God damn

I see your liquor
I know I am nigga
That ass you hiding couldn't be any bigger, figures
I want your work (oh) but you dont work for free (you don't work for free)
I heard you sir (oh) yeah yeah this emergency
But how I put ya little body on the map (uhh), you witnessing a lot (yeah)
You think I trust a bitch who bad, nah not really not a lot
I love you, but I can really love you like I love you
I don't know, beautiful
The way your fucking oh my god I cant argue that rebuttal
If my glass is low, then you should know, to get the fuck out! (Sorry mom)

I think that women dont wanna, be women
I'm thinkin that men, dont wanna be men
And if your civil
Oh god your civil
But if your Irwin, all you wanna do is win (oh my oh my)
Oh my, Oh my...

Im not gon follow, I'll sip Moscato
By the bottle
In hopes I get creative just so I can make a dollar
Fuck it, might as well get up and go to college
Yeah, but I got these fantasies of sitting pretty
Having meeting even overseas I'm looking busy
Lounging by the couch these double D's they run your city
But fuck it I dont even want the, tease have a minute
I think I'm leaving in a minute, but I
Smoke another one, I'm feeling like Toronto
Write a album, then erase it, you know stuff it in that bottle (whatever)
Whatever, you know that nigga so clever
You know that nigga been working hard studying to the letter
You know that nigga done started off in the back of a Jetta
What the fuck are talking bout, you know what I paid for this sweater?
You barely know me, I barley know you, but you talking together
See I don't know how the skin that you are in can do better
You know

I think that women don't wanna be women
I thinking that men (no), dont wanna be men
And if your civil
Oh god your civil (civil)
But if your Irwin, all you wanna do is win
Oh my, Oh my

The fact that your asking is annoying
Demand, yeah thats a mans thing to do, but what important
You, asking if them bitches come thru, well I got news for you
All I do is hustle, not a thing I do is news for you
Up against the struggle, and you think that I can loose to you
All this fucking money and there's nothing we can do for you
But fuck all that, I walk all that
You see this kids attire, boy look, we gon stop all that
All the stereotyping, by the stereo, typing
Looking for the justification of using a hyphen
Combining the two, can dine on the roof
Kardashian-West, the finest of two
The wine is here too, from nineteen-nine two
I wonder, if the richest man is now the contest
Well all that says, is that, that man is not around yet
They might be the type that i will like to find myself with
Walking in a room a sharks but Winnie has them drowning

Wow when I feel like Kobe
I dont want to pass the mic, you dont fucking know me
Yes I'm quiet you hear no peep
Call the Police (uh yeah, yeah)
Feel like Kobe, feel like Kobe
I dont want to pass the mic, you dont fucking know me
Yes I'm quiet you hear no peep
Call the Police (uh yeah, yeah)