Dessy Hinds - Mo'Wetter Blues lyrics

[Verse 1] They want too many of the new shoes But still this shorty seem just like a shoe in Defeat was getting ruthless cause the size becomes a nuisance So I stayed right on top of the feelings, but bottom line That bottom line can make you slap her bottom all the time Tough love and plus she rather absolutely have no part of me If harmony pardons me away from terms of monogamy Rather have bottles in front of me than a frontal lobotomy Cause honestly the headaches aren't the same coming up out of me These scandalous females roll like V12's, not watching speed And couldn't care 'bout deep feelings unless your pockets feeling deep But all we really need are good trees to light the flames To match the candle lit dinner we ate on the 28th And all it really takes is me having the cake To cut yo' cake then put it in your face and That's exactly how we gonna FaceTime Raised my standards so high, but it don't keep 'em from getting low Piano notes got her swa*king like Rihanna strokes [Hook] I only need me a smooth gal, nice enough to be a n***a rude gal We can hit 2 L's and get too cool for any new pals But let me break it down, let me break it down For now your services was necessary when you stepped into my town But she giving me mo'wetter blues, mo'wetter blues But she giving me mo'wetter blues, mo'wetter blues But she giving me mo'wetter blues, mo'wetter blues But she giving me mo'wetter blues, mo'wetter blues [Verse 2] You know love flies out the door when money comes in your window Old flames trying to get some light, but they ain't indo' I'm drowning in sorrows while I'm drowning out her lingo But still her body language for that lingerie says ''wet simply synchro'' After that I get the feeling like she's skipping out my relations Better not take the chance of thirst when this flow cause your dehydration From 3000 miles away and in the Himalayas, women want the playas But still arguing like ''why you trying to play us?'' On that note like a saxophone so you bound to blow While this poem flows with a fluorescent exception for hoes I keep money in clothes, half existing in my natural thinking But I've been sinking from 47 bottles been drinking But ain't no coming back from life in the crash So times require for the ink to sink in drafts to run these tracks in a dash And then forgive, but no forgetting the past So I've been keeping every future wife Remembering they got me to last got me the last [Hook] [Bridge] Shawty's put your legs up, wave 'em in the air Wave them motherf**ers like you just don't care We got 47 n***as and 47 b**hes Roll up some swishers with wet swimmers like fishes