Boi-1da - She Speaks lyrics

Yeah I know, and b**h, I do lyrical kegels Giving p**y n***as a spiritual fever, a diva Your whole life is a fashion faux pas No lie, your stories ain't magic, know why? Because your style is... a blind stylist And my flow is my profile, it's private You can't see it, translation: it's quiet f** a counselor, b**h, I need guidance Or just a Spanish therapist to give me woosa Bad Boys 2 style, might use her For her ability to see the future I been looking at today since "Loser" In the Marines, I was a PT Cruiser My gunnery sergeant used to beat me too much What up Tucker? Rough motherf**er You and Colonel Collins could use some burning chronic Collins was cool as long as I followed the rules His daughter was hot, but not gonna do nothing with me I was a Lance Corporal, she wasn't f**ing with me I'm an ugly... with ugly feet s**s for me, she would've fell in love with me Now I'm stuck with Belladonna and a f**ing Klee- N-E-X, scared to send a text to N-E-S-A-J, played it yesterday Memories, b**h, just get the f** over it Quick to get sober, but no, I'm going in, so Catch me at the Super Bowl 64 endzone Usin' more syringes than the N.O Saints, which means that I ain't Which means that I did Which means that I hate The reason that I did the sh** that Got me bent all out of shape So mother, you can never be replaced Getting booted in the 718 Sick of groupies getting moody, saying (?) Whatever I say, I know the f**ing politics If you aren't a novice, to you it isn't obvious To the pirate flag wavers And to all of my frien-nocent neighbors I thank you, my candor Is grounds for a liquid pound of Mylanta Every conjured up question, I answer No I don't have crabs, b**h, try cancer Diagnosed with my arm inside a rope Calm like I don't know, but armed to die alone Where's arms? Sitting around at the cat scan Fat chance, I'll give myself a back hand You f**ing b**h, I thought microwaves helped f** it, remove the food, I'll just microwave myself Mad at me jerkin off? I like to play myself High is raising Hell to the light of saying "hell" Like, "What the hell, are you not happy?" Charles just got happy, and y'all just shot at me Peter Gilmore owes me his life savings I need to k** more flows, then I might pay me It's a light day, day 4 of the menstrual Stay for more, it's suspenseful I may be crazy, but y'all are in love You all are in love with him Baby, baby, Charles is in love Falling in love with sin I done been through everything All the things I never wanted Never had to hit the club Not even the 700 I just want to realize something you can never tarnish My zone; n***a you can never harm it b**h, I got the crown; labels wanna hit me up But I do it for the love, so I don't give a f** I shave my head for it, hit Britney up For the brains she gave me, and I mean her mind The loser wanna rest Loser wanna rest Loser wanna rest Loser wanna rest Its best I take a nap Best I take a nap Best I take a nap Best I take a nap Loser wanna