Datkid - She Wish lyrics

[Verse 1 - Joe Snow] See every woman's got a demon to fight, a secret to hide On how they'd rather be out creeping at night, than be by your side And I chatting no sh**e, or rapping a lie I happen to find that, your catty wish you were a writer Ink stained fingers inside her, tagging up a name on the night bus And now she's telling you it's over cause she'd rather have a fella ballied up with bolt cutters Ha, you think she thinking you dope cause dough you got but no she ain't f** her Orange Wednesday, she'd rather see a rolling freight And if you're holding weight of pota**ium permanganate You're quick to get a catty's batty shaking like a can of paint Now I ain't saying she a buy blacker but she ain't f**ing with no toy tagger Right baghead, look paggered in them skinny a** jeans sh**, she'd rather you be king in the scene, seen? [Verse 2 - DatKid] She wants that, I don't give a f**ed it That back splat, latex gloved it That step inside the spot and tear it upped it That b**h hold my mic'd it Up on roof tops all night it You can't even see it, she wants my dick And she wishes you were everything that you're not She used to f** you good but now that's all stopped And now she's telling you it's over cause your clothes are too clean and you don't smoke enough She wants a no comment man, the blurred face in the picture Show her how to hold a can and lace up a scripture Send it out to racked paint, back shots, back stage She's after the real deal and you're just part of the fan base She got you twisted round her baby finger You're clocking her clocking me clocking her and the way she lingers And you ain't saying sh**, that mic biker rider trainer dick You're too blind to notice that she takes the piss [Hook - Joe Snow] The thing is.. Your yatty wish you were a writer I said she wishes that you rapped Yeah, she wishes you a writer Yo she wishes that you rapped Your catty wish you were a writer Yo she wishes that you rapped Yo she wishes you a writer And she the reason why we gone and wrote this track [Verse 3 - Res One] Yo, yo I seen the way she sits and stares at all my drips and flairs She's quick to share a list of where she'd love to hit and blitz with yeah, me So where you be when I'm out juicing a squeeze, new to the scene dude in his teens Schooled to the dream, that nice life is a reach Especially if you write in the streets and your wife is a neek Try for the team but never made it, resided to beef Couped up inside with a dude you line, it gets deep No 600's, no late nights, no licks with pigs truncheons No mess from tins on kicks or slits by big plunges No flicks or memory sticks, no tips that drip under pressure No chrome burners or letters, so go get ya Man with the right taste for van sides and nice paint Back jumps and rides great, whatever Don't let her, get in your head it's best that you never Tried to live that graff life why try to impress her? [Verse 4 - Joe Snow] See choke doper then I smoke you blow, a loco flow To open shows and rope up in the dough you only want the throne His catty blowing off my phone, looks like you rolling home alone Zone roaming in a stoned up abyss Holding a spliff blow the smoke from his lips, then quoting my sh** like; 'b**h! I know he chat her up but how the f** he link my yatty with a Dad bud swag' And now she all over my belly and my man tips All because I drop it heavy and I can spit The way I angle my language causing man damage and anguish His plans of family vanished because my grammar is savage, f** whit! I said life ain't fair but now this rhythm got me rhythm by your wifes big pair, it's tetchy yeah I swear I'm sorry for your loss, nah I'm lying mush I couldn't give a toss [Hook - Joe Snow] Because.. Your yatty wish you were a writer I said she wishes that you rapped Yeah, she wishes you a writer Yo she wishes that you rapped Your catty wish you were a writer Yo she wishes that you rapped Yo she wishes you a writer And she the reason why we gone and wrote this track