Lackofbetterwords
I ain't gon' say that imma liar
But i haven't been honest with you
Unh
Yes i did it again
I went and gave this nigga
A damn part two oh yeah
But could you blame me
I was horny i was lonely
And i was wanting him too uh oh
But shit onomatopoeias
Can't describe the way i feel
If you look the word slut up that's where
My face would be on
But for the lack of better words
He should probably stop drinking so much
Now what ya drinking
And for the lack of better words
The word nigga really turns me off
He said What?
And for the lack of better words
Don't call me baby girl
Unless we talking fives, tens, or ones
Dollar Dollar Bill ya'll
And for the lack of better words
An extra inch didn't make it big enough
For the lack of better words
For the lack of better words
You see he begged and begged and begged
So i went and got dressed
Pulled my gear on D, even tho my shit was one
Alright
Blew past an Opp on Damned Avenue
I ran a red light, without thinking a clue
I parked on the side where no neighbors could snoop
He asked me why it damn near took so long
I never wanted to smack a white man
To where his skin falls off yeah
So after 10 minutes of stalling i asked him "where should we park?"
Now baby what he say
He said let's hit up rotary, oh the park that's been closed for months
I rolled my eyes up like a do, and steady kept chugging along
He said take two lefts and two rights, or maybe just a right, and i'll take aux
But for the lack of better words
He should probably stop drinking so much
Now what ya drinking
And for the lack of better words
The word nigga really turns me off
He said what?
And for the lack of better words
Don't call me baby girl
Unless we talking 5s, 10s, or ones
Dolla dolla bill y'all
And for the lack of better words
An extra inch didn't make it big enough
For the lack of better words
For the lack of better words
Darling you can overhear that hashish fienda
He just came from over there the grass ain't greener
Darling you can overhear that hashish fienda
He just came from over there the grass ain't greener
Darling you can overhear that hashish fienda
He just came from over there the grass ain't greener
Darling you can overhear that hashish fienda
He just came from over there the grass ain't greener
But i haven't been honest with you
Unh
Yes i did it again
I went and gave this nigga
A damn part two oh yeah
But could you blame me
I was horny i was lonely
And i was wanting him too uh oh
But shit onomatopoeias
Can't describe the way i feel
If you look the word slut up that's where
My face would be on
But for the lack of better words
He should probably stop drinking so much
Now what ya drinking
And for the lack of better words
The word nigga really turns me off
He said What?
And for the lack of better words
Don't call me baby girl
Unless we talking fives, tens, or ones
Dollar Dollar Bill ya'll
And for the lack of better words
An extra inch didn't make it big enough
For the lack of better words
For the lack of better words
You see he begged and begged and begged
So i went and got dressed
Pulled my gear on D, even tho my shit was one
Alright
Blew past an Opp on Damned Avenue
I ran a red light, without thinking a clue
I parked on the side where no neighbors could snoop
He asked me why it damn near took so long
I never wanted to smack a white man
To where his skin falls off yeah
So after 10 minutes of stalling i asked him "where should we park?"
Now baby what he say
He said let's hit up rotary, oh the park that's been closed for months
I rolled my eyes up like a do, and steady kept chugging along
He said take two lefts and two rights, or maybe just a right, and i'll take aux
But for the lack of better words
He should probably stop drinking so much
Now what ya drinking
And for the lack of better words
The word nigga really turns me off
He said what?
And for the lack of better words
Don't call me baby girl
Unless we talking 5s, 10s, or ones
Dolla dolla bill y'all
And for the lack of better words
An extra inch didn't make it big enough
For the lack of better words
For the lack of better words
Darling you can overhear that hashish fienda
He just came from over there the grass ain't greener
Darling you can overhear that hashish fienda
He just came from over there the grass ain't greener
Darling you can overhear that hashish fienda
He just came from over there the grass ain't greener
Darling you can overhear that hashish fienda
He just came from over there the grass ain't greener
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Writer(s): Judah Trotter
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