French Tips and Red Toes

(Yeah)
(Uh huh, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Thick thing with an attitude
Aw, yeah, girl I like that shit
Freak bull with a fet like Buffy
Oh, you like it when I bite that shit
I could tell you been through the ropes
You gon' do the most, you ain't used to home
You getting back to school, you getting back to road
You getting back to me, we getting back to goals
I'm, too high to be up right now
Prolly shouldn't fuss right now
Girl, maybe we should cut right now
Or maybe we should fuck right now
How you feel about a new flame at the blue flame
Telling me a few things she could do with us
Said, "I'm cool if you cool with us"
She looked up both hands 'round her neck like two chains
So what you saying, okay, I got loose aim
I can't help at times I go Wu-Tang
Or play dirty with women that catch mood swings
God damn she fine, but she too played
French tips with red toes, oh no
Oh dawg she the crazy type
Like when her shift get done, and the lights go down
And she crawl into bed but don't say good night
I'm like, what the deal, why you fake tonight (Huh)
What you distant for
Girl what you missing for
What you strippin' for
Feel like everything I'm saying right now might change her mind
But, well maybe I'm dumb for that
Oh well, oh well, oh well, ship sailed couldn't change her life
I know she hates herself at least her paper right (God damn)

She knows, she knows, she knows
She knows, she knows, she knows

I know you hate the fact that I'm acting new
What I'm 'posed to do just keep acting cool
While you acting out and want act a fool
Then blame it all on me and think it's actually true
That's, that's you like a motherfucker
I could tell from the start you was trouble
I ain't really want acknowledge that shit
I was in too deep I was proud of that bitch
You, 'member that night at the Sheraton
Girl all that shit is embarrassing
How the same dude that I came through and saved you from
Become the same one I end up sharing with
Don't it sound fucked up
(Yeah it do)
Do it got me fucked up
(Yeah it do)
Thought I'd be the one that could patch you up
Instead I left that bitch with a platinum plus
It's always come back home why run for
Or we should fight less we should fuck more
Girl you never could be honest with yourself
Getting caught up with yourself
And you wonder why you always on the run for
Well, well maybe you dumb for that
Oh well, oh well, oh well, ship sailed couldn't make it right
Girl you played yourself, I would've changed your life (God damn)

She knows, she knows, she knows
(Do it got me fucked up, yeah it do)
She knows, she knows, she knows
(Do it got me fucked up, do it got me fucked up, yeah it do)



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Writer(s): Michael Queen
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