Lyrics (as per usual, a bit off) (verse 1) Corn rows, with the black licorice skin My proirity girl so I can't fry bigger fish 'cause I'm in Tereseted and infatuated She Blessed with an ass inflated Type that 5th graders think of whenever they masturbated But I, being a sensitive guy, think that she's perfect regardless If she can merk it, 'Cause she's so much more Like fat joe say, But I'm shook like a hammock Set panic reviewing her dating res-o-me Her last man lookin like he be Chris Brown's rel Ative, While the other looks little like Denzel She's lookin for all that, Football as a fall back, Killin' on basketball tracks, or whatever you call that But not me, She stuck on the body Lookin for a ath-a-letic man to protect her and call her shawty And though I quater back passin a ball cat I'll be damned if I sit content to fall back (chorus) Why you gotta do me so mean? Finest I done ever seen And I know I'm your type But you've got me feeling right Even though you don't know my name Count the number of guys I surpass Tell your boyfriend to kiss my ass 'cause Girl I'm steppin in Do you better and I'm provin in it And I'm hoping that you feel the same (verse 2) Listen, I'm not a singer, never claimed to be But this just one of many melodies that came to me I'm out my brain you see, there's no expalinin we Be together in my mind but not in vain to me This sound wierd but don't you get to complain b But every conversation we have is planned to t That makes it plain to see ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QEvEf-Ayts&hl=en
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