Know a bad chick don't cook or clean
little food for thought, yea good cuisine
wrapped in designer in the hood she queen
do bad by herself, girl do ya thing (2x)
She was yellow with freckles, light like a banana
seen her at the gas station drinking pineapple Fanta
with an accent like East Atlanta
poetry in motion, watching each stanza
asked what her Instagram was, going on a tree limb
off of the Seagrams, hopping in the DM's
aye, can we be friends? do this every weekend
keep you in mind, treasure all your secrets
girl, your nigga weak, cuffing like the precinct
yea he a weenie, why we gotta pretend?
take off the leopard print, I put on the sheepskin
the kids, not mine one hundred and ten percent
twenty-eighteen, we don't slut shame
ain't trippin' off the weight, let the gut hang
twenty-eighteen, we don't slut shame
ain't trippin' off the weight, let the gut hang
Chorus
Boy, you better be careful, playing with the pink toe
"Why you with her, she playing with your ego"
come between you and everyone you think close
have kids with her, your baby will probably think slow
ever seen you with her late night, holding hands
maybe you just pimping her, out for a dance
hanging on the corner just trying to advance
bet she in your pocket whenever she get the chance
saying she Columbian, nigga she white
never been comfortable with down south rides
mama said, you get caught with her get fifteen to life
but she always comes through when the bills too high
and she always came through, you was in a bind
even talking about marrying her, suit and tie
sisters say, she take the good ones, they honestly right
cause over them white bitches niggas willing to die
From start to finish, one of my favorites to spin all year round. The Topeka stories and references resonate deep within being a Topekan myself (College Hill). Am about to go play it right now! atm511top_nyc
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