My girl booty is soft and it's shaped like a strawberry Her pussy bald with a tat like Stefan Marbury Carry all my dirt to the grave, I'm the pallbearer Bury all of my sins, staring out of the bins Gone off weed, gone off hen, gone with the wind Gone with her pretty long hair, it's with the ferret skin Yelling in her face and she repeat it like a parody And apparently she gon' keep yelling at me, I'ma never win Where your ass was at when I was sleeping on the couch and in the whip? Probably with another nigga, on another nigga dick, I'm on another tip I'm skin so tense, strength on strength, one on ten Against me, I won't break, I don't bend Watch your statements, guard your chin, guard your heart, guard your light Find your zen, mind your likeness You doing without cause you ain't looking within But if you ever in doubt, get it suspended Yeah for life baby, I'm dressed for the war Baby girl I'm your soldier But tripping like this, back and forth, wonder who gon' hold you Everybody needs somebody to hold them down Everybody needs somebody to hold them down Now me and shorty had relations that we never could speak about You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it out And then she had a man who used to beat her so she told me she wanted out Got a couple abortions, now that pussy's a haunted house Now her heart cold, Antarctica, Siberia Had it planned out, curriculum, criteria, change She feel pain, strain, built up anger From dealing with a dickhead, putting her life in danger I understand it's time that you go through your woman's things And sometimes can't gauge clearly on what you be thinking I swear I got your back and got the tab on what you drinking You ain't gotta move a finger or pinky when we linking Whatever keeps your boat afloat or ship sinking From loose lips of side women stepping out of position Breaking out of a system, prison Parallelograms shaping a prism Stop signs, never stop dialing, be realistic I've been trying to get in touch with my senses And be better to my sisters But niggas think that you feminine when you sensitive My homegirl rap and she feminist Hold it down for the women, I call her feminine Tell them how you really feel, headass Cause ass shots are dead ass and fake tits been around Girl you perfect without that makeup or the plastic surgery I'ma tell you how it is like Ron Burgundy Yeah for life baby I'm dressed for the war Baby girl I'm your soldier But tripping like this back and forth Wonder who gon' hold you Everybody needs somebody to hold him down Everybody needs somebody to hold him down www.LRCgenerator.com www.LRCgenerator.com