Sulaiman - D'ecent Thesis lyrics

The fact of the matter is She ain't gotta be the baddest b**h, or live the glamorest life She just gotta be the type I'd be ready to wife Who can deal with the fact that I carry the mic And I carry it like, my life depended on it It keep me fresh and keep me gettin blunted Food on the plate and within the stomach And if she want it I can get it for her As the bottle pop and henny pours Me engrained up in her memory core She send forget me not texts I'm cool with hanging if it's not s** Now tell me what's next... I seldom get vexed when she come out If I'm clownin round she stick her tongue out Most of our communication's non-verbal We keep a tight circle It be them rumours comin round to hurt you I work hard I know I deserve you, but never take for granted What we have is god ordained and reprimanded... D'ecent...