You Know You Aight

She's a dog like a Sugababe, Mutya
But I'll still try a hole in one, pitch n' put bra
I went ugly very early, to beat the rush
Now I'm off cottage cheese, gave me thrush
So her booty didn't get a call, one and done ah
But dam I got her pregnant, one and bun nah
So I gotta do the right thing, like Spike Lee
And give up all my monies, girl marry me

Fools not mastered the universe, He-Man
So thick and easily topped, deep pan
Eejit really doesn't have a clue, wagwan
He don't even have his own hair, wig on
Vulture's got no culture, missed the Renaissance
Thinks tapas is getting sex, no gracias
But we got a child together, little one
Unfulfilled but I endeavor, little one

Girl they said it would never work
No they said you'd never work
But you've grown on me like funghi
And who doesn't love a fun guy
I guess we're inseparable
Yeah babe, you're my chain and ball
The lights are on but he's so dim
But secretly I do love him
I do love him

I'm George Michael in the sack, fast love
Little man wasn't rubbered up, no glove
STD Queen ensnared me, clap trap
Stuck in a one-way street, cul-de-sac
Oooowww sex so monotonous, grind hog day
I'd rather use my second hand, eBay
But god I love that rockstar, DaBaby
So I'm on call like Carlie Rae, no maybe

He ain't fit or he'd, do a runner
Also he ain't fit, not a stunner
Man makes my peepers hurt, eye sore
Browsing history a pervert, I saw
He's uniquely useless, editions limited
But he ain't collectable, affections limited
Mad man trousers ma money, pant-a-loon
His trouser contents give no joy, button mushroom

They doubted we'd stand the test of time
No they said you were in for testing times
Come on the STD, it wasn't me
Let's both just blame the toilet seat
But girl I wanna stick with you
Electronic tag guess you have to
You should be jailed for crimes of fashion
Bae my only crime is one of passion

You know you aight girl. Uh do you fancy a little
Shut it



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Writer(s): Dj De Sac
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