My Girls

[Produced by Knowmore Productions] In the fourth grade I had a crush on Tia Smith Sixth grade and this crush is turned to Beatrice But they don’t like me because I’m too nice And I’m kinda fat and not the dope type But I grew out of that and it’s a miracle Now every girl sees me as marryin’ material It’s a buyer’s market, I’m Alicia’s target And every other girl who wanna let me steam their carpet I love these hipster girls and they feel the same Now they don’t have to choose when someone asks ‘em Drake or Wayne And niggas waiting on me, we didn’t have a voice You used to have to act street and now you’ve got a choice My momma’s brownie mix, I keep the goodies moist Of every girl I’m tappin’, this wasn’t supposed to happen Hard to keep my thoughts straight on every date Especially when my penis talking SWAT team, cover me, I’m going in I do not talk, I am just a rapper Yes, I got a million other girls You don’t wanna hear that for fear that I fuck a lot And you don’t wanna get attached cause you’ll like me I fuck a girl named Keira nightly Nah, I made her up ‘Cause it sounded dope, I don’t give a fuck Ride me, giddy up They can hear us in the hall, Arsenio Naw, girl, I don’t wanna shoot a video I do it all day, don’t you watch me on the TV show? I’m gonna get mines any means necessary Got Red Bull pulsing through my pulmonary Least I feel like it, met her at a club Now we’re making out, and I ain’t spend a dub I’m gonna try to live it up like TOP FLR And my girls like gifts so I bought more All girls 18 and over love this light-skinned Casanova House pimped out, William Sonoma Sleep on me, that is a coma Yeah, nigga, you see what I’m gettin’ at I’m gettin’ at her, I’m hittin’ that Her kitty cat purr, how weird is that? I’m diggin’ that A nigga not tryin’ to say you don’t make mistakes I’m trying to fix all the hearts I break But every time that we talk in my apartment We’re gonna kiss a little, and then we start shit “You’re heartless, don’t call again Don’t email, we can’t be friends I swear that this is the end” Then I call her next week and we do it again My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls (I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things, like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls Ow!) (I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things, like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls Ow!)