Soft Pack Shorty lyrics

[Intro]
I got a girlfriend and she's from the city
I know I love her, I think she is pretty
I got a girlfriend and she's from the city
I know I love her, I think she is pretty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Hey baby (Huh)
Uh, hey baby (Huh)
Huh
Hold up, wait a minute (Wait a minute)
Miss Mahogany (Who?)
Ass fat, take up space, she be all on me
I'm like Pookie, New Jack City, she be callin' me
She got a missin' tooth from fightin' in the streets
She don't like the way I rap, but she like my beats
Attitude is ugly, ugly, but she got pretty feet, yeah
And she got pretty feet
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Her dirty flippy-flops
She take her shirt off and be rockin', make them titties flop
Look how them titties hop
Her baby daddy dead, dead? She say he need to be
Yeah, she say she wig-givin' head, that's how she speak to me
I f*ck her, she f*ck me back (back), that sh*t my therapy
I might just wife her, she a lifer, don't be darin' me
She my lil' antique piece, she take care of me
She be outside tryna vibe, she embarrass me (Huh)
She like a titty suck, that's sh*t my therapy (Yeah)
I feel inside when she ride and she cherish me (Hoe)
She work at Amazon (man facts), she from [?]
She be outside tryna vibe, she embarrass me (Yeah)
Yeah, I f*ck her, she f*ck me back, that sh*t my therapy (Yeah)
Tellin' lies through my eyes, she ain't charity (No-no)
She gon' carry me until they bury me
And if I ain't had this baggage, I'd tell her, "Marry me"
Best pus*y I ever had, man, I swear it be
But we both some loose screws and need some therapy
She-she goes through my phone, but I can't leave her alone
Leave when she start swingin', but I come back home
'Cause baby girl hates her job and baby girl hates her boss
Waffle House on the weekends, but that's what it cost
Babysittin', vomit mat 'cause I'm high as a comet
Bills is chasin' her down, it's like them census demonic
Lost one of her baby daddies and mother to COVID
She don't read a whole lot, but she's a genius, she know sh*t
Livin' Single Latifah, pus*y put you in a sleeper
Titties big as Aretha's while she screamin' out "Deeper!"
See the devil at her door, but she still right with God
She pray everyday 'cause post-Obama is hard
From birth to the present, she's had to deal with the drama
Lost her mother to dope and she can't process the trauma
'Cause Medicaid won't pay for a therapist
Her sister's on the street, and her brother is a derelict
Sometimes he crashes right on the couch, drunk as f*ck
With a lit Newport in his mouth
She-she don't know lies, she just know the whole truth
She the greatest alive, I put that on her gold tooth
And I don't really want no cure, the love is pure
Westside all her life and never seen the eastern shore
All sh*t is real and it's so far from a dream
A step-dad that stepped up, I guess that makes me a mean
But I'm livin' on a cloud and I don't got no regrets
And if she dies, I'll wear a locket with her ashes on my neck
[Outro]
I got a girlfriend and she's from the city (I got a girlfriend and she's from the city)
I know I love her, I think she is pretty (I know I love her, I think she is pretty)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah