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Yo, you my little mixed nympho in a confused state
Suckin' my balls, starin' up at me with your cute face
You only like 'em black, in your bag you hide the strap
Pokin' your batty on Instagram for a man to trap
Caught cheatin', waxin' your pussy out in the car park
For a newer pair of shoes to wear and some Carhartt
And always on your celly, "X" tatted below your belly
Want a man who's flippin' O's, spinnin' chromes on his own Pirellis
You like it big and that little pussy, it turns you on
Squirtin' when it hurts you like a virgin on your purple phone
Weed's your escape route, purple haze and Grey Goose
Sayin' men are all the same, but wouldn't get your morals changed
Crashed your nigga's, you lured him with your sex side
And pussy-whipped the next guy to have you in his Lex drive
Your life before that was robbin' yards, slappin' hoes
Coppin' cars, trappin' bros, clubbin' hard, you a ratchet, so
'Cause they love your steelo
'Cause they love your steelo
'Cause I love your steelo
'Cause I love your steelo
'Cause they love your steelo
Love your steelo
'Cause I love your steelo
'Cause I love your steelo
Your curls are yellow, known on every curb and urban ghetto
Your ass is shown through your skirt, twerkin' in stilettos
Always drunk at some party, you're gettin' crushed out
Plugged out, fucked out, bitch, you bugged out
Braidin' your hair outside your mama's house, you cussin' loud
Come back for some scrap over some brother, plus they stomped you out
Passionate Capricorn, 'cause from the back you grab my arms
I need to strap a dong, my phallus splash inside your applebum
Face like Gwen Stefani, draped in Armani
Blushin' harlot catchin' charges
Fuckin' you in your matchin' garments
And when we argue, you was cutthroat and so jealous
But what for? Just to blow up my phone with no credit
In your panties, you wet like Nancy when you and your man break up
Splash on your grill and dismantle your fancy face makeup
You runnin' scams at banks with dudes, Gucci bags and shoes
Shamps and gangster crews who clap tools in fashion avenues
'Cause they love your steelo
'Cause they love your steelo
'Cause I love your steelo
'Cause I love your steelo
'Cause they love your steelo
Love your steelo
'Cause I love your steelo
'Cause I love your steelo
She's that bitch, man, she's that bitch
3 In the morning, 2 in the morning, 1 in the morning
You know what I mean?
Definitely hittin' that, you know what I mean?
It's definite
Let me explain something to you
Life is short, okay?
I need it like this to do all the things I gotta do, I like order
Order's fine, but you're ridiculous
Then what do you want?
I want a man who knows what he wants, decisive
You don't know what you want
Make up your mind, be a man and don't be wishy-washy on me
I know what I want, my music, everything else is secondary
I knew you would say that
Then why'd you ask? Then why'd you ask?
No matter how complex the situation is
No matter what you've chosen to photograph
The viewer has to feel that it's organic
Getting much closer here than here
I like photographs where you make up a story
When you look at the image
The viewer wants to make up a story
Absence tells as much as presence does
And that's why every photograph is a lie and the truth
We're able to see only what we think we see in a photograph
Even though our eyes may be fully wide open
And the picture may be explicit
There's no lies underneath the sun
What we tell lies to other people
Either by our words, by our deeds
Or by what we take photographs of
Every lie is a truth, every photograph is a lie to some degree
Whether it's due to lack of comprehension
Or we have comprehension thereof
We still don't know the truth of the nature of the photograph