Asher Roth, Reija Lee - Females Welcome lyrics
[Asher Roth, Reija Lee - Females Welcome lyrics]
Hold on
Did you see the Farrah Abraham porno yet?
Yo, I'm glad that's not my girlfriend, man
I'll tell you that much
(Greenhouse Effect Vol 2)
My smart bitch is my main ho
My smart bitch is my main ho no mo', no mo'
Where those females at? The ones that never
Got below a B in class
Down to smoke some chronic
But she know she don't be needing that
Feeding facts, knitting
Re-reading The Great Gatsby
Fights with Bill Simmons and
Differs with Bill Plaschke
Snacks be flax seed, almonds, and soy milk
But could dominate a Big Mac, no napkin
Won't spill takes naps and chills
Uses emojis and Nutella
Listens to good music
But didn't go to Coachella
Nah, nope never got Talking Head tickets
Vinyl of Art Tatum, knows lyrics to Big KRIT
On some country shit, southern comfort shit
Getting drunk and shit dancing on the table
Having fun and feeling wonderful
Don't want to be a player
She's requesting Big Punisher
Didn't want to say it
But I think that I'm in love with her
Couple more sangrias and I'll want to
Put a son in her wolfgang Amadeus
Better play it when I cum in her
Brain it be the greatest
Though she doesn't play sports
When she picked her favorite player
She said it was Frank Gore
Bakes and makes sports
Can play like eight chords
Cause her parents made her take
Piano lessons until fourteen
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes
Ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo' no mo, no mo', no mo'
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes
Ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo' no mo, no mo', no mo'
Right, right
She poppin' Molly, just wants to party
Don't know that the shit's for
The lost and gotti
Like Zach Denardi cause she likes attention
But, I bet one day need an intervention
For the drugs and sex, girl's a mess
Better know when to slow
Keep your hoes in check
Keep your head on your
Shoulders and don't forget
That sloppy bitches get no respect, like
Why don't you know take it slow
Work it hard take it far
Why don't you know take it slow
Work it hard take it far
Boy, I can see it in your face
You're all over the place
Can you stand up straight for me, yeah
Getting back on track if you want me back
Do the sweet talk do the sweet talk
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes
Ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo' no mo, no mo', no mo'
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes
Ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo' no mo, no mo', no mo'
Did you see the Farrah Abraham porno yet?
Yo, I'm glad that's not my girlfriend, man
I'll tell you that much
(Greenhouse Effect Vol 2)
My smart bitch is my main ho
My smart bitch is my main ho no mo', no mo'
Where those females at? The ones that never
Got below a B in class
Down to smoke some chronic
But she know she don't be needing that
Feeding facts, knitting
Re-reading The Great Gatsby
Fights with Bill Simmons and
Differs with Bill Plaschke
Snacks be flax seed, almonds, and soy milk
But could dominate a Big Mac, no napkin
Won't spill takes naps and chills
Uses emojis and Nutella
Listens to good music
But didn't go to Coachella
Nah, nope never got Talking Head tickets
Vinyl of Art Tatum, knows lyrics to Big KRIT
On some country shit, southern comfort shit
Getting drunk and shit dancing on the table
Having fun and feeling wonderful
Don't want to be a player
She's requesting Big Punisher
Didn't want to say it
But I think that I'm in love with her
Couple more sangrias and I'll want to
Put a son in her wolfgang Amadeus
Better play it when I cum in her
Brain it be the greatest
Though she doesn't play sports
When she picked her favorite player
She said it was Frank Gore
Bakes and makes sports
Can play like eight chords
Cause her parents made her take
Piano lessons until fourteen
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes
Ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo' no mo, no mo', no mo'
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes
Ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo' no mo, no mo', no mo'
Right, right
She poppin' Molly, just wants to party
Don't know that the shit's for
The lost and gotti
Like Zach Denardi cause she likes attention
But, I bet one day need an intervention
For the drugs and sex, girl's a mess
Better know when to slow
Keep your hoes in check
Keep your head on your
Shoulders and don't forget
That sloppy bitches get no respect, like
Why don't you know take it slow
Work it hard take it far
Why don't you know take it slow
Work it hard take it far
Boy, I can see it in your face
You're all over the place
Can you stand up straight for me, yeah
Getting back on track if you want me back
Do the sweet talk do the sweet talk
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes
Ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo' no mo, no mo', no mo'
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes
Ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo' no mo, no mo', no mo'