Incwell - Maniac lyrics

Crazy women are a dime a dozen pun intended, the irony why are all the crazy ones just something vicious, Misses little eye candy Brandy will have you wired, for a piece of tail till you cross her and she slash your tires, it's higher learning well I'm curving it for you'll, while you waiting to exhale your clothes get burned up on the lawn, pause R.I.P to Whitney and I digress, you were the only poster girlfriend on my cabinets that I kept, the rest was also tens, but they ain't have a lick of sense, all of them would probably cut me right before I keyed the Benz, secrets are a slippery slope but who don't got em, a wolf in sheeps' clothing could be switching in those Pradas She's on the floor and she's dancing like she'll never stop, that's the dance of d**h ones s**ered in in every plot, and you gotta get her home, cause you'll wanna be alone and you ain't known her an hour but she's shuffling through your phone, bad sign I guess you never should of booked her, she said if you don't treat her right her brothers gonna whoop you, you're thinking no strings attached Portman Ashton Kutcher, she told you that they'd never find your body Dad's a butcher, the pressure cooker she's leaning on you now, cause it's only been a week and she's speaking bout a child, there's a thin line between love and hate what you say to that, shorty is a cranker but shorty is a maniac