Ghetto Gospel

She askin' for a Chanel bag
But this bitch won't even buy a Polo tee for me

I'm very mad at you that you ain't make me nut
I'm mad, I'm mad that you ain't make me hard
I'm very mad at you that you ain't get it all
All you brought into my life is some fuckin' stalls
D-d-d-disappointments, you disappointin' me
And I don't need love, and I don't need friends I just need fuckin' weed
Ooh-yatty-yah, I think that bad sex done left me traumatized
And your pussy was stinkin' what the fuck was I thinkin'?
I almost cried (I almost cried)
I gotta higher my standards
You trash bitches can't get next to me
Yeah, when I look at my past, what the fuck I was thinkin'?
Lefty, yeah
I really deserve the best, I really don't need no stress
I ain't really like the rest niggas
I'm different from 'em all, I'ma answer when you call
Why can't you just get the picture?
And I know the value of myself, you won't keep shy of me

She askin' for a Chanel bag
But this bitch won't buy a Polo tee
Yeah, yo fellas, you better watch out for dem Cinderellas
They gon' give you a smile for your fuckin' cheddar
And they don't want your love, they want you cause you doin' better

Y'all niggas better watch out for these bitches man
I'm tellin' you, they gon' show dem titties, they gon' show that ass
They gon' show all of that to get in your motherfuckin' pockets
You niggas who out spendin', spendin' a band a night on a bitch
Let 'em go, let them bitches go
And put it all to your daughter or your mother
Or your son or your father or your family member
This shit facts nigga, no cap
Fuck these hoes, they want nigga bread (baow)
This my bad sex experience
Damn, damn, damn, I'm done