CRITIQUA

[Verse] Bitches love to critique They just swear they unique Holding me to your standards, history gon’ repeat Bitches can’t even see, eyelash on fleek You ain’t talkin’ to me, you must be talkin’ to these niggas Show my ass on the beat Know the answers, they cheat Ain’t a damn thing discreet, the name Junglepussy They can’t entangle with me Think everything’s string theory Who you gon’ blame? Play that banjo, baby Ain’t a damn thing a man think gon’ drive me crazy Ill be damned near the sands, so wet, so wavy These words for your neck Don’t stress me, baby And you deserve what you get That tongue audacious I learned from the best, you just heard ‘bout they shit Earned my respect, held down the day shift Pregnant with success And you know what they did? Tryna test something so sacred They can’t assess nothin’ I’m sayin’ Biggin my chest You pressed to kiss my lips Blowin’ the sess, lower the technology Golly, I just want the knowledge, not the D Don’t project your problems on top of me Don’t you wanna be? Don’t you just wanna be? Off the web, off the death, off the tree To the left, it’s a dub, hit the streets To my next, to my blessings, my peace