housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born, They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs
the sea There's more women in this world than men, for fact, I'm right Just because she's superfine that doesn't mean that's your type Briefcase, white
'cuz I'm superfly The bitch don't believe that, I tell her a lie I'm an interstate pimp, walk with a limp Hoe better have my wine, with my lobster and
curtain to work with Pushin' buttons and playin' with levers We'll stay together as long as I'm honest in my songs (Radio) Suckers never play this
, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs
songs (Radio) Suckers never play this Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists Poorly developed, yet highly advanced The black music intertwined with the white
a white Rov'? Ho! Y'all muthafuckas still don't get it I can spit some superficial shit and still won't let it Define my persona, I'm fine wine plus I
, prostitutes, and drug addicts Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born, They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs
drug addicts Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they're born There'll be mothers and lovers who inspire and make songs But me, my skin
I'm cruisin' by Whenever I'm feelin' lovely I thank the Lord above me And I be like (la la la la la) And then we crackin' bubbly You see me at the bar sittin' with the fine women Sippin' on that white wine