[Intro]
I've told every little star
Just how (Ladies and gentlemen) sweet I think you are
Why haven't I told you?
[Verse 1: Mr. Porter]
I'm dropping hints, but she don't get that she the one (She don't get)
Maybe I slip in her DMs to see what she on
And now I'm liking her pics where she half naked
It's a close call (True, true, true)
But I risk it all, 'cause my girl don't follow her at all
She probably hearing this everyday
She got me tripping over pig's way
This ain't my girl, this is not me
I got no say, these days we just infatuated
(Wake up) infatuated (Wake up, shawty) infatuated
(Wake up) infatuated (Wake up) infatuated
Hey yo, I cheated on my girl for this whole, you know?
She hit me with the okey-doke (Oh)
She gave me the rope-a-doke (Oh)
Took the bait, now I'm a fish out of water and I'm choking, yo
Studies show that most men are go for broke
Especially if she poking out her booty, bro
You gotta twist her like she Coolio's braids
If you think that she is cool with you
Mediocre approach, asking her to take her to the movies, no
It's suitable, she do the coup de grâce
To anybody's relationship that she touch
You thought you fucked her
You fucked over a real one, now you gots to fuck her up
'Cause you gon' have to kiss the buck that make it up
Then that's enough to keep you off the grass
You thought might have been greener
Till you see a glimpse of what it's like to have to cut it
Man, it's just a question none of us should ever, what if?
Just 'cause we infatuated with how big a butt it is?
Nah, bro (Fuck that)
[Chorus]
I've told every little star
Just how (Ladies and gentlemen)
Why haven't I told you?
[Verse 2: Focus...]
You out here gassing like Chevron (Uh-huh)
You speak fluid, Louis Gucci and Louis Vuitton (Yup)
Your booty gives up in applause to a stupid song
You want Udon, Perignon while you on the phone
With your bitches back at home like a telethon
Yeah, we grown, but your mental zone is so hella numb
I know where you get it from
You never gave your timeline a break
So every time you awake and screaming back, the work is never done
Like where the fuck she get that Bentley from?
And why I'm working a nine to five
When I'm certain I can do what she's doing to look forever young?
Titties out, floor seats, she gon' get a one
Pretty devout to the religion of the Benjamins
The root of all evil, she the proof
And you gon' see too late that she the wrong people
That's just my opinion
Check the lin-eage, you know what it really is
Women want the Minion
For the moderate attention niggas giving them
They saying they pussies worth a million
Don't care where they get it as long as they get it
Moms high, and still clueless of where they are headed (Yup)
Black card on your credit, you probably can hit it (Uh)
Give them everything they want now, I can commit it
And niggas act like they got something to prove
So who gon' be the next fool, Is it you?
[Chorus]
I've told every little star
Just how (Ladies and gentlemen)
Why haven't I told you?
[Verse 3: Dem Jointz]
Fake hoe
Nigga walkin' on in with his eyes closed
Everything else is open mouth nose
Bust it, bust it on that bed
Couch flow, count dough
What that, amount to
If she the wrong fish?
She a long list
Of fuck niggas, and leeches and them savages
Nigga licking his wounds, staring at the damages
Pistol in his lap, mindset so fragmented
Starinh in the dark, head clearer than a star
She ain't quivering, it's her art
When you create a broken heart
Your soul leaving in and out
Nigga, you ain't even in the house
You somewhere off in the stars
Barely breathing, weeping bleeding out
Congratulations, you did that (Fake hoe)
Seen it from a few kilometers
Yeah, I seen that stake show
Soggy lil' bitch, I'm on ya
But you know, I'm kinda grateful
I'm up on level bitch, I was available
My new bitch relevant
I got dat
[Bridge]
And remember class
You will be quizzed on this (You hark 'em in)
It will not be multiple choice
But a detailed paragraph describing your solution (You hark 'em in)
You will know a special someone
You call your own
She'll put that voodoo on your head
Or fetch in your throne (Fetch in your throne)
All you gotta do is sit your ass down
Welcome home, welcome home
[Outro: Mr. Porter]
Why haven't I told you?
I'm dropping hints, but she don't get that she the one
