Kenji Fineberg - Part Time Chick (Lust) lyrics

He got you on Fifth A-V-E Louie V shopping sprees I'm the dude that tears your back out Rug burns on your knees She got a 4 carat rock No flaws platinum setting Shawty givin' me top Four days out of seven To make sense of this mess I need to read her last text "He always buys me the best But he a lame with the s**" Since we go way back She talks to me about her problems Conversation penetration Now I need another condom Damn that sh** so good She would leave him if she could They bought a house up in the Hamptons I got her drivin' to the hood She always missin' hair appointments Yeah I'm the reason she late When she comes home from the gym Yeah I'm the reason she ache We been creepin' so long She runnin' out of things to say Since I ain't new to this game I had to teach her how to play He just got her a Rover Thinkin' he treatin' her well Now my new cologne Competin' with that new car smell It is what it is She my part time chick Full time benefits Midnight shift I get her wetter like No one has ever done before I f** her better than her man I got her wanting more She got me on tbe floor And now she says she want it raw I tap it from the back Now who that knockin' on my door I get her wetter I lick her better I work it longer I last forever I go in deeper Damn she a screamer You be the coffee I'll be the creamer It is what it is She my part time chick Full time benefits Midnight shift She calls you from the club 'round three He tells you where y'all should meet Yeah it's her first time cheatin' He gets the presidential suite Champagne on ice Y'all been planning this for weeks Her man rushes in starts putting Holes through the sheets If you ain't tryin' to get caught Or get put out in the street You better follow these rules Before you go out and creep You can choose to take heed Or grab your clothes and just run Or keep it Brooklyn like me Stab 'em up or buss ya gun Rule number one Son listen if you want to or not Make sure she worth more Than what you already got Boo number two is so true Don't tell your homegirl sh** There's a very thin line Between a friend and a snitch Number three You really gotta know your position You a jumpoff So just understand the conditions Number four I know you heard this fo' sho When I say it repeat Don't sh** where you eat Number five Cheatin' with your boss ain't wise If it comes out in the open Just forget that promotion Number six Remember payback is a b**h Revenge is polar even colder When it comes from a chick Number seven Erase those text right after you get 'em Just read 'em delete 'em Ain't got no reason to keep 'em Those pictures after you see 'em Straight to the trash you don't need 'em Don't wanna start up no tension Because your phone failed inspection Number ocho Make sure your jumpoff ain't loco S-C-H-to-the-I-to-the-Z-O Just hope they ain't spicin' up They herb with that yayo Think cheatin' is hard Try gettin' rid of a psycho Number eight plus one She screams I run Wifey just walked in She got my gun If you in that situation Just don't say nothing silly Like how haters gon' say I bit this rhyme off of Biggie