Erik Flowchild - What To Say lyrics

[Verse 1: Brandon Dramatic] See, when I met her I was putting in work When I should've been in church Looking at her curves, and thought she could've been a flirt And I could've put in work; but I couldn't, ‘cause I had vanilla pudding on my shirt From cleaning aisle 6 where these bad kids had managed to bash sh** up And cause damage, f** I've seen the type to make a rapper turn single like Wayne But she the type to make a rapper turn preacher like Mase And if I'm right that she's so bad that if you're middle cla** Day that you see that a** you'll practice to be in the rap game Know what I'm sayin', this girl be on some other sh** Took my work shirt off, I had this Arm' G (?) T under it Thinking I should spit a verse – off the top or something writ? Got in front of her and started stuttering, Wondering what a dude should do now Usually I'm coolest with the sound Now I'm standing dumbfaced, drooling on the ground Drama no [Hook: Brandon Dramatic (+ Jazmine)] I tried to step to her cool, she like (hey, love) But nothing said, I was mute, she like (say what?) She got a brother in awe, she like (hey, love) I had to stutter and talk she like (say what?) I'm wondering what to say to her, and what to say, (oh what you gonna say?) I'm wondering what to say to her, and what to say, (oh what you gonna say?) I'm wondering what to say to her, and what to say, (oh what you gonna say?) I'm wondering what to say to her, and what to say, (oh what you gonna say?) What to say [Verse 2: Rez Raida] I've been thinking ‘bout her the whole week Not just ‘cause she make bread, but she always good for you like whole wheat So come here brown sugar, I want the whole heap With your big bu*t, ga**ing me up saying I'm so sweet Can't get no cold feet if you wanna get inside her She travelled in the storm, I think she might be a rider Her intellect's incredible, my interest inevitable ‘Specially when she tell me that I rap good Got the backwards that we're puffing Got b-both of us buzzing Mess up the whole discussion now we both feeling reluctant Every word seems redundant, I couldn't spit my next rhyme It was our first session, I can change this the next time But then she hit me up the next day (next day) (Ah, sh**) The text say, “I found out you're friends with my ex, eh?” She gave me the ix-nay, what do I say to that? Tell her she'll know who inspired me when they play the track Rizzy! [Hook] [Erik Flowchild] She got it going on like a battery But them double As part of her anatomy Aye, that ain't a diss don't be mad at me Usually, I'm into Cs like a manta ray Hey, it's OK, baby what's up? You into puns? Don't worry ‘bout your cup I got something to fill it, we got something you feel it? Thought she would agree, but she was like “what?” What? I know you get it This ain't no other language I'm only being poetic And if you play it bad (?) then baby you need to dead it You say that my fetish for words got me pathetic? Sure, I mean I said it, I meant it And it s**s, that you find it tough to comprehend it When it's the only way that I talk, gotta have that word play But if I could, I would do it her way [Hook] (So what are you gonna say?)