Lyrics
This is for the gyal dem, too tough
Waistline good and they know they look buff
Skin smooth but they'll handle you rough
Hard not to look but you can't touch
Drunk of her ex but now the girl sober
Call her friends so that they could come over
Dress fit nice, look better bent over
Manolos on the couch don't need no promoter
Tell'em say
I look too good to be cuffed
You know I look way to good to stuck
No it ain't love boy it's just lust
I'm doing me and to me that's enough
I look too good to be cuffed
You know I look way to good to stuck
No it ain't love boy it's just lust
I'm doing me and to me that's enough
Got all the boys in motion it's no wonder that you sick
Don't trip, still your nigga, he just begged me for a flick
Cuffed wrist, doing life, but he trynna take the risk
Pass him to his wife cuz he could never handle this
Whole clique full of baddies nigga you can take your pick, sike
Pockets match the body so you know they hella thick
Tried to bag me and my bitch
Thinking that you slick
Wanna be a playboy but you really just a trick
Say I look too good to be cuffed
You know I look way to good to stuck
No it ain't love boy it's just lust
I'm doing me and to me that's enough
I look too good to be cuffed
You know I look way to good to stuck
No it ain't love boy it's just lust
I'm doing me and to me that's enough
Six figures, she could top your bitch figures
Coke bottle or a lick figures
She a speaking in third bird but the chicks dig her
Flash a smile and now the dicks bigger
He hella keen and he said I'm all that
Lose his shit when he gripping on my small back
Gave him the number, He keep begging me to call back
Told him pay the bill then I will but it's all cap
Clap, clap, clap for the heavy weight champs
Take a shot baby then you do your dance