Groupies

Groupies, tryna get my chil'ren on they face, ye
Groupies, tryna get they hands up in my safe, ye
Groupies, tellin' me they fuckin' love me
Don't believe 'em, haven't felt love in a long time
Groupies, tryna get my chil'ren on they face, ye
Groupies, tryna get they hands up in my safe, ye
Groupies, tellin' me they fuckin' love me
I believe 'em, haven't felt loved in a long time

I don't believe 'em, I do believe 'em, suit the season
That's enough reason to fuck, huh
Paint on an easel, on dem hazel angel eyes
Don't really care if they real or not, yea
In and out, we been on and off
Keep me warm in December 'til the end of March
Then we part ways, first off day she call me just to say
Her heart aching, think it's breaking
The fuck you want me to do? I ain't a doctor
Then I hung up, remember 'fore we got involved
Say if one of us catch feelings we cut it off
And I ain't soft on a promise, I keep it honest
We gon' stick to our word, stick-stick to our word
You been blessed with dem curves, blessed-blessed with dem curves
But this sexual urge ain't enough to deter
All my winning ways, call me Vince Lombardi
Yeah baby, they gon' name the trophy after me
Call her Can-dy, I snack dai-ly, ayy b
Say fuck you to the game, it's about to pay me
La familia first, then my crew, and then Bru
Pack venues, stack innuendos on instrumentals
Bend tempos, buckin' on bad hoes
Lassos with no Wran-gl-ers on
Need this, need that, it's all the same song, ye

Groupies, tryna get my chil'ren on they face, ye
Groupies, tryna get they hands up in my safe, ye
Groupies, tellin' me they fuckin' love me
Don't believe 'em, haven't felt love in a long time
Groupies, tryna get my chil'ren on they face, ye
Groupies, tryna get they hands up in my safe, ye
Groupies, tellin' me they fuckin' love me
I believe 'em, haven't felt loved in a long time
I believe 'em, I do believe 'em



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Writer(s): Bruce Vanegas
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