Quangstuh - Playsmarter lyrics

Wizardry and witchcraft. Quick to kiss a b**h a**? On ya lips, talking sh**, that witch makes you a b**h-a** Bro, you can get mad-- 99 things on my list say 'get cash.' Money first, then hash: Skinny chick, thin a** "Smoke a gram, witch. f** your man. This wizard's got a missile blast." He gone ask who kissed her last I'm just gonna have to laugh. You gotta be a genius b**hes front; every month. What you think she don't want penis? Keep telling me she Catholic; sew what? She ain't no seamstress She teasing; ain't no accident. She ain't no saint, you ain't no Jesus Saying it once; please believe this: Either I get off, or you get out No doubt I'm splitting knees, witch. Open mouth; it's open season --- Witches wanna curse me then I give 'em cottonmouth Now who the f** is thirsty? f** what you talking 'bout b**h, you don't deserve me. Go ahead and walk it out You can get a ride-- only if you're heading south Cross my heart and hope to die, swear that I'ma get you high Wanna look into my eyes? I ain't the one that's staring now I see right through you, honey child; transparency. It's clearer now You only f** with a wizard cuz I bring the Wow --- Play smarter, work harder, f** daughters Steal dollars, break orders, don't get caught up Chase commas, break orders, don't get caught up --- Witchcraft and wizardry. Ain't these witches sick of me? Donating dick to Charity; dictating terms to Tiffany She won't leave me alone, calls my phone when I ditch the scene: Let this boy cook up a b**h Mob Fricasee! Underage (she lil, B) and sentimental (Kenny G) I'm laughing at the Banks with this skank named Hilary I got you to thank for my chauvinist chicanery Arrogance appeals to these Monroe-wannabes You wanna be wonderful; I'm just wondering if you'll swallow these Nuts and this nut when I bust in your cheeks It ain't much D.T.F. Yo what's up with the freaks? Tryna f**. Where's the s*uts? They the friends I need to meet Get in the Vans, lemme skeet from the windows off the wall I'm in your heart, lemme beat. Sending swimmers to your Jaws Looking for dinner and a call? Bittersweet Symphony We can dance to yo' song, but these drinks ain't free Well, I did steal these beers but you still owe me So what's the deal what it is b**h you don't know me Still dealing with that stress? I keep a loud O-Z Sister Sister incest, that's Tamara Mowry And ya Tia (not yo' Tio); gimme MILFS, aunties Me frio, you frijoles; together, we cool beans Britney, please, spare me. I know how it seems: I'm such a womanizer; my words are insulting If it's such a social issue you can blame society I'm still f**ing with you yet you ain't tired of me