Sad Andy - Heathers lyrics

[Verse 1: Andre Martel] Andre, Talladega Wolverine, X-Man, faded wit a blade on me So clean, make em wanna hate on me Black jeans with the puma's white as yayo be Nature boy anthem, baddest b**hes stand up Got her on her paws and her moans is like applause Mr. Mexico get them hoes in they draws Speedin full throttle, hittin poses like a model I'm parkin lot pimpin, you are not winnin You are lost wishin while I scuba dive fishin Scoopin live women, stupid live whippin Gettin two for five Beauford at the Rally's drop tints in Let her never pressure, and I get her wetter Like a super soaker hose combined with gloomy type weather You are pillow soft never like to ruffle feathers And I get them white girls in groups like Heathers [Chorus: Sad Andy] I got b**hes like Heathers I'm all about my chedders If your girl fine i'ma go and get her I'ma get her let her know I get it wetter Get it wetter yeah she f**in with a winner I'ma get her i'ma have to go and get her Gold on my sweater yeah she f**in with a winner She wanna f** my friends i'ma have to go and let her, what [Verse 2: Andre Martel] b**h i'm ga**in' i'm the pole position I'm so cold just like my soul was missin', I was geekin cuz these hoes was kissin' How you mobbin but yo souljas missin', Ain't no thing, I be doin me, Yellow women shake it fast and match they j**elry, You a number one prospect draft sh** I could see you was a winner from that a** pic, But enough about you i'ma talk about me Nature World money got me on the balcony And yo girl wearin all of our clothes, And she know the words at all of our shows Virgil gave me beat I k** the beat I slaughter, Beat it up chair shots, I'm Jerry Lawler Cruisin in the car f**en crawlin' like a toddler And I got my f**en food ready made to order [Chorus: Sad Andy] I got b**hes like Heathers I'm all about my chedders If your girl fine i'ma go and get her I'ma get her let her know I get it wetter Get it wetter yeah she f**in with a winner I'ma get her i'ma have to go and get her Gold on my sweater yeah she f**in with a winner She wanna f** my friends i'ma have to go and let her, what