BC - Sloppy Jane lyrics

I said, “I'll come scoop, 9:30” never early But never late, the occasion, celebrate The homie got into biz school and this fool Used to get higher than Wiz do but it's cooooooool She said, “Yeah come through Still getting ready, and my friend's coming too”, “Who?” “You remember my homegirl, you met her at the homegirl's party last Halloween” “Ooooooooooooooooooh I remember that costuuuume She looked right in it” Now she's ridin' with Show up, no booze, just wine to sip She's confused lookin for a lime to split The homie's like, “Why'd she put a lime in it?” I told him, “Right? I don't know but I'm with it” 4 gla**es in, now she feelin right Chuggin' that like Miller Light… Don't be so sloppy, take your time, it's only wine Don't be so sloppy, take your time, it's only wine Don't be sooooooooooooooo turnt “Toast to success, toast to the stress Toast to the lessons learned, toast to the tests Toast to the answers we got right when we guessed And toast to her homegirl lookin a mess ahhhhhhhh Just tellin the truth Why you gettin all emotional now? I'm just messin with you” By the time she had a reply in mind, she was over it Nothing in her gla** and she noticed it Meanwhile, my boy's tryna spit his best game at this other chick Hyping himself up, he's lovin' it All I hear is somethin bout Wharton's application And his future aspirations to work for Goldman Sachs Or something like that, she said, “n***a, relax!” He said, “That's that mentality that's holding us back!” It was on to the next And Sloppy Jane's lookin like game in that dress… Don't be so sloppy, take your time, it's only wine Don't be so sloppy, take your time, it's only wine Don't be sooooooooooooooo turnt Now the tables turned, Asian family style My boy's tryna get it in, Jane's down Not his type but he'll settle like Jamestown Sloppy Jane needs a Sloppy Joe So he steps up to the plate like DiMaggio Hitting streak on the line, how far could he go? Is she the new Monroe? Temporarily Not necessarily but apparently nobody doesn't like Sara Lee That's a double meaning I made up right now, some type of symbolism No time for indecision, nor inhibitions No intermission, till he's in her Mission Dippin like Brown Bag White Round Tortilla Chips Pitchin, curves and he's swingin' Down in the count, smooth words got her clingin' Crowd getting loud, all a blur to her vision He said, “I'm bout my business”, took Jane the distance… Don't be so sloppy, take your time, it's only wine Don't be so sloppy, take your time, it's only wine Don't be sooooooooooooooo turnt