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Uh, Camo shorts and bubble
Kush,
We can talk she'd rather fuss,
This and that bout such and
such,
Damn where is the f-cking trust,
I'm tired of the hoop and
holler'n,
I'm bout to take the boot to
collins,
Uh, then take a female to the
Island,
Uh then take her clothes off and
do the honors,
Yeah now she hear I'm with
them other b-tches,
Yeah, I told her mind her f-cking
business,
Sh-t she prolly out chea f-cking
n-ggas,
I'm f-cking her friends now her
friends aint even f-cking with
her,
Damn she text me all day and
night,
So pissed off she aint even
spelling sh-t right,
I text her back, tell her it's life,
Now somebody tell them hoes,
I'm single for the night,
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm single,
N-gga had to cancel that b-tch
like nino,
I aint trippin on nothin,
I'm sipping on somethin,
And my homeboy say he got a
bad b-tch for me,
And I'm single,
Yeah I'm single,
And I'm single,
Tonight I'm single
And I aint trippin on nothin,
I'm sipping on somethin,
And my homeboy say he got a
bad b-tch for me,
Tonight,
[Verse 2]
Dreads braided to the back,
I'm chilling but my swag on full
attack,
And my girl acting like a brat,
So when she call, I don't answer
I just write her back,
She hate it when I do that sh-t,
And I when get home she go
through my sh-t,
She call numbers back to see
who that is,
Man I hate it when she do that
sh-t,
Polo t-shirt, polo draws,
Now make me take this polo off,
Girl you can get broken off,
Yeah I f-ck you for an hour then
I smoke it off,
Swimming trunks and bathing
suits,
They go in the bedroom and tell
the naked truth,
Don't wanna fuss, aint tryna
fight,
Man somebody tell em hoes I'm
single for the night,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Uhh, now she got on her f-ck
em dress,
And I got on my double breast,
Uh, and he been fussing all day
with her,
And I make her feel special like a
place kicker,
She wanna be weezy f baby
sitter,
Say she wish she could cut my
d-ck off and take it with her,
I say hold on,
She say she just playing,
Then I falls in that p-ssy like
quick sand,
Uh, hot sex and cold wine,
She left that n-gga hanging like
a clothes line,
I cut my phones off, both lines,
It's bout to get nasty, pork rinds,
She came hard both times,
We both say we single,
And we both lying,
We both wrong but it feel right,
Put your hands up if you single
for the night,
Put your hands up if you single,
[Chorus]
[End]
