Rob Hicks - Alibi lyrics

[Prod. by High Spyryts] [Intro: Frank, An Average Rapper] I'm coming back home/ Meet you at the back door/ Well that's the plan though/ Already past four/ Texts me "Where you at though?"/ I'm on my way/ You know I'm on my way/ I can tell that you're nervous/ It all be fine/ All be fine, yeah/ [Chorus: Frank, An Average Rapper] Call and tell them that you can't make it/ Call and tell them that you made other plans/ Call and tell them that you ain't gotta car, you can't get off work/ Or you're hanging with your girlfriends/ They ain't gotta know the reason why/ They ain't gotta know the reason why/ And you ain't gonna make it back in time/ We don't need plans, just some good good and an alibi/ [Verse 1: Frank, An Average Rapper] Saying she don't look good, good I know that's a lie/ Say she a model but "clook clook", now she camera shy/ I think some people mistook, took, me for satisfied/ Haters still trying to say look, look it's a "Samurai"/ But I got an outfit that's causing them all to stare again/ And every girl I meet always talking about my hair again/ Walk the fine line between confidence and then arrogance/ We're the reason Americans all wonder where the parent is/ Hits like I'm Sonny Liston, hit like I'm Sonny Liston/ The goal from the beginning, what turning living to business/ Talking like she Mrs., but when we start with commitment/ When I barely make half a day in one outfit before I switch it/ Had a couple girls on the DL/ Broke a couple hearts now they all on the DL/ Paying over retail, wanna know the details?/ Wanna see me? She's been checking through my texts, send an email/ [Bridge: Frank, An Average Rapper] They don't gotta know, aye/ (4x) [Verse 2: Rob Hicks] Sex symbol, gold bottoms with a nose rings Left town in a coach , he returned with a GoldLink/ Women love my style (static) watch me go deep/ Taste *** in my mouth, j***es dripping down my goatee/ Yeah, keep it a hundred, you ain't gotta lie/ To k** the ***** , I'mma need some Henn and an alibi/ Baby all I need is that good good and an alibi/ Tryna get a *** , so don't call me till its after 9/ Don't bring yo *******, baby we do not need them/ Your friends act like hoes so that is how I treat them/ And I would bite my tongue if I had to eat them/ And if you find me in your BMs, DMs, boy don't get hurt/ Cuz homie it ain't **** to write no lit verse/ For you and yo posse including Bugatti, oh wait it gets worse.../ You ain't got no rhymes ******?/ My dude you need church, I ****** his girl up on his turf, in the whip I lift skirts/ Messing with the wrong ***** bro/ I'm tryna chill pour some Activus and sip it slow, uh/ All I need is that good good and an alibi/ Girl I can give you that good good till we're out of time/ [Verse 3: Brian Fresco] Tell her call one of your friends, you need an alibi/ Step over your ***** at school, I'm on my Allen I/ Get on her on like 2pac, come through with that bandana tie/ She like how I keep it wet, cause you you keep it alibied/ The car slip, she came in instantly, mind boggling/ Don't do the social media cause she ain't into following/ Or borrowing, she keep answering to me/ So I keep hollering/ And startling her roommates, and they know the name, say hi to me/ And battling my gut cause they tell me not to **** with you/ But how can I not **** with you, when I have so much fun with you/ Tsumani wave, keep a ***** swimming like a guppy do/ Or hippie too, so she flaming up soon as I surface too/ That pretty face, call your alibi, I know your body ache/ Tell him you was at the gym, you like your body toned and shaped/ Tell him that your best friend was texting her boyfriend/ Don't gotta know what we did, just hit my line and tweaking, uh/ [Chorus] [Bridge]