Chris Crack, CavalierSound - Wingman of the Year lyrics
[Chris Crack, CavalierSound - Wingman of the Year lyrics]
Ah i told 'em never look back
But never acknowledge you did it first, uh
Lemme get some money out a bitch because
That's all it's worth
I didn't sign the birth at first
I wasn't sure if it was mine, theirs, his
Or hers them just words
Muddy feet don't get money
Green leather sofa and my plush fur
You niggas mad I wouldn't listen
To your duck words
Ay, who the fuck slurs after a few beers?
You poppin' two pills in a
Room with all gentlemen, huh
I guessed 'em, your cinnamints at a party?
Give me ten of them, uh
I told the bitch I need dividends
And I'mma keep killin' shit
Don't get no realer than this, uh
I rode my bike up to the dealership
I can't pedal 'cause my pockets is
Stuffed with they dirty money call me petty
But I'm built like Jerome Bettis
They owe credit, I'mma add every
Bit of my two pennies, ha
Veggie torte with no lettuce
They don't get it, they won't get it
Just got her nails done
Now hold the dick so steady
I'm Joe Pesci, this a Saturday night special
And uh
I'm Joe Pesci, this a Saturday night special
And
Fumbling through another bag
The ambitious highs
Case study of a man who never been dry
It's not condescending if it's true
Y'all cock-blocking your own blessings
With your cock or maybe you're miserable
It got princess cuts and emeralds too
I figure I ain't jockin' if I
Ain't rockin ice off of principle
Lately I been most dressed, more unimpressed
Just met, she's undressed
Requesting I call her "empress"
I'm blowing the only smoky rings through her
She said "I got a IUD
" like what that 'posed to mean?
I never paid for it, nor prayed for it
I waged war for it, now wait for it
(Wait for it)
Your chauffeur arrives in mere minutes
He's named UberPool
I'm singing Schlampe and Cupid
While your uvula's full
I don't got no scruples how you do it, boo
Do how you do if we get tired
You can slice my fruit's and boopity boo
Systematic blister, I hate all my bliss
I blow kisses at it
Picture frame in the mirror
We pose, my stroke cinematic like
I'm Joe Pesci, this a Saturday night special
You don't give me no pussy
On my three year anniversary what that mean?
We just had sex before we got here, though
Facts!
But never acknowledge you did it first, uh
Lemme get some money out a bitch because
That's all it's worth
I didn't sign the birth at first
I wasn't sure if it was mine, theirs, his
Or hers them just words
Muddy feet don't get money
Green leather sofa and my plush fur
You niggas mad I wouldn't listen
To your duck words
Ay, who the fuck slurs after a few beers?
You poppin' two pills in a
Room with all gentlemen, huh
I guessed 'em, your cinnamints at a party?
Give me ten of them, uh
I told the bitch I need dividends
And I'mma keep killin' shit
Don't get no realer than this, uh
I rode my bike up to the dealership
I can't pedal 'cause my pockets is
Stuffed with they dirty money call me petty
But I'm built like Jerome Bettis
They owe credit, I'mma add every
Bit of my two pennies, ha
Veggie torte with no lettuce
They don't get it, they won't get it
Just got her nails done
Now hold the dick so steady
I'm Joe Pesci, this a Saturday night special
And uh
I'm Joe Pesci, this a Saturday night special
And
Fumbling through another bag
The ambitious highs
Case study of a man who never been dry
It's not condescending if it's true
Y'all cock-blocking your own blessings
With your cock or maybe you're miserable
It got princess cuts and emeralds too
I figure I ain't jockin' if I
Ain't rockin ice off of principle
Lately I been most dressed, more unimpressed
Just met, she's undressed
Requesting I call her "empress"
I'm blowing the only smoky rings through her
She said "I got a IUD
" like what that 'posed to mean?
I never paid for it, nor prayed for it
I waged war for it, now wait for it
(Wait for it)
Your chauffeur arrives in mere minutes
He's named UberPool
I'm singing Schlampe and Cupid
While your uvula's full
I don't got no scruples how you do it, boo
Do how you do if we get tired
You can slice my fruit's and boopity boo
Systematic blister, I hate all my bliss
I blow kisses at it
Picture frame in the mirror
We pose, my stroke cinematic like
I'm Joe Pesci, this a Saturday night special
You don't give me no pussy
On my three year anniversary what that mean?
We just had sex before we got here, though
Facts!