I told your sister stop fakin jax,
Stock up your jewel box with some good hash.
Instead of getting your hair waxed in a salon,
go buy your guy a book.
And when you see me fucking with you don’t give me that look.
Sit back, relax, let me pull out my stash,
Imma rollitup for you blaze it up, what is up?
im getting bored looking you getting loaded with makeup,
walk out that door, dem a gonna laugh at you wear push up bras.
That pair of mountains won’t go far,
Biologically speaking your guy don’t mind your scars.
That neon lipstick would be out by your second wine.
There you got him thinking " what else be hidden behind".

Too many men to impress I guess, got her confused.
Was her flat booty blues
Brother don’t let your brain lose,
In her flat booty blues.

Bombay boy damn your speakers aafi dead, betta watchout!
Your desperate self ain’t included in my cipher.
Im the type you don’t wanna bracket in yo clause wait!
Immediately what caused distraction was this,
nodding head on the other side of bar!
Im interested but after all the wait
selectah plays a fat beat I could relate to.
this beauty appears just when I am about to,
do what i love to do more than the sex.
rhymes get reproductive, turned on for mic test.
Hop off the stage before too many people notice,
Get back to my interest but your girl already…. ahhhh
Whatever happens happens for best I guess I know what to do with flat booty blues…

See my dark circles,
club chappals,
saggy tits,
don’t want no push up bras,
Come get lost in my scars!