Shy Guy - Dear Diary lyrics
[Intro] Shy! [Verse] Super duper lit now Call-a mami job, quick, tell 'em quit now (talk yo sh**) With my belly and my tongue out They wanna taste my milkshake, bring the boys out Know what that noise 'bout Don't ask me no questions 'Bout who be the hottest When you got it, you got it If you copy, you not it Counterfit mamis, when you got it, you got it My body feel so poppin' My energy is so strong , through the hate I block it Protect the weapons that's formed by any goon or goblin It's really not an option Mask on, mask off Real n***a, face off Who gon let them thangs bark Who gon hit the asphalt Junglep**y tax force, know we got it Gotta test them n***as, so you know who really poppin' Real life kicks in Once the tweetin' stops, your wi-fi ain't workin' We heard about the things you did to earn that Birkin How many reblogs was it? Baby, was it worth it? Ain't nothing like a couple of likes to make you feel perfect Ain't nothing like a couple of vines of Fefe Dobson t**n' R. Kelly lurkin' I got tabloids taking pics JP nappin' on Jill Scott's tits So she be dreamin' about makin' hits Reflecting all up in the mirror, God made me so perfect Just a stunt straight flex on the fellas who curve this If you don't want me, you a liar, dude, or you just nervous Some relationships are cute but some serve no purpose And my flow so smooth like I'm talkin' in cursive And my records got groove like I'm jammin' with Curtis Mayfield, straight peel right after I swerve it Right after I burn it Don't want my new boo to be a rapper Rather a nerd or an african actor I keep my crib full of love and laughter But sometimes a girl just wants some booty smack up While my hair wrapped up, I still be looking good Wake up next to me and you gon' get that morning wood I know you think you coulda, I mean I wish a n***a would My first love is still p**y fresh backwards (light it up!) This beat made me want in-studio gymnastics I should hire dude acrobats to do backflips So I could stare at them and had s** while I'm rappin' And I could barely stop my a** cheeks them from clappin' Oh, no! Booty poppin' syndrome Ohhh, my dear! [Outro: Spoken] It's not about wanting it, where yo vision? What u see for yourself and for those around you? I know what I want... And I know what I don't want And I know everyone has desires but I'm creating my own world I reside in a realm of my own But I still know how to co-exist Amongst the many others I look at all the succesful people in the world Feelin' more sure of myself than ever Nothing is impossible to me There was a thin line between being blessed and success Now that sh** is a blur!