I′m trynna be a little more this a little more that aye
Im not on the list riddle me that aye
I gave her a lot of my shit
She took it and left, aye
Trynna stay cool like december
She said that she don't like my gender
That's shit that i do not remember
I chew on that like hamburger
Grab the burner, comitted murder, steamy windows Tina Turner
Stuck in limbo i dont think so, i deserve her
I don′t like delays get the f*ck up out my face
You ain't got no taste b*tch this ain′t no race
Couldn't catch up either way
That ain′t what I like you can't stay the night
You ain′t getting no invite
I try to be a little more this
You shooting your shot but missed it
Now i′m looking so sopshisticated
I waited and i got tired of this shit
I figured the wrongs and fixed it
Let that sink in and we drinking
But we ain′t messing round at all
She wanna tennis i play ball
But act a menace when i call
I don′t like delays get the f*ck up out my face
You ain't got no taste b*tch this ain′t no race
Couldn't catch up either way
That ain't what I like you can′t stay the night
You ain′t getting no invite