[Verse: Stanley Ipkuss]
I dedicate this track to all of these chicks
That I've been talkin' to in college man they all make me sick
I swear to god, one of them almost had me callin' it quits
I can't believe I found the time to even fall for these tricks
First was this light skin, always insisted she's broke
But instead of attended my shows she'd rather spend it on coke
Money that is, claimed she liked listenin' to my flows
But now she's nothing to me, just another stitch in my coat
And after her, there was this other chick that lives down in SLO
Lets call her Kristen, she was the bomb at givin' me dome
Crazy eyes she always started off by lickin' my toes
And drove a manual Beamer, she was good at shiftin' my bone
Then there was this Indian chick, but she be in a hurry
And that's word to Phlo he turned her out, but I don't eat curry
So I kicked her out & stole all her wax, then made some beats with it
And only mention her in my raps 'cause I don't speak to tricks
Anways, I take them beats & then I sequence it
And spit it for my new girls, ya'll focused on the previous
I'm tryna figure out exactly what foundation is
Or what to make of it, but I'm still down to lounge with naked chicks
Yeah, back to the story hope you peep the sound
Treat my DJ like a fien tell him to put the needle down
There was this one big booty but she had frequent miles
Brazilian chick, I swear I had he playin' with my berimbau
When I was with her I'd think I hope my ex could see me now
My flow got way more mature, her boyfriend got that fetal sound
It's good to be single now, I can stretch out my toes
You just mad 'cause you stuck & I'm flexin' for more, whoa