Groupie

[Chorus: Shy Gawdly]

I think lil' mama a fan

Every time I come around she trying to do things

All in my ear talking about she love me

Trying to give me mood swings

No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan

See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late

Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith

I think lil' mama a fan

Every time I come around she trying to do things

All in my ear talking about she love me

Trying to give me mood swings

No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan

See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late

Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith

[Verse 1: Millyz]

I think lil' mama a groupie

Telling me lies it don't move me

I'm in my zone two three

Designer my body I'm too fleek

Designer her body she bougiee

All of my verses is disrespectful

I feel like Gucci

She better find herself or she gonna lose me (Don't get lost)

Bitch don't confuse me

Racks in my pocket denim is Tsubi

My life is a movie

Slide on ya block wet it Jacuzzi

Pop me a bean I'm feeling groovy

Off of the lean I was just woozy

Bitch you don't love me you love the jewelry

[Chorus: Shy Gawdly]

I think lil' mama a fan

Every time I come around she trying to do things

All in my ear talking about she love me

Trying to give me mood swings

No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan

See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late

Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith

I think lil' mama a fan

Every time I come around she trying to do things

All in my ear talking about she love me

Trying to give me mood swings

No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan

See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late

Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith

[Verse 2: Dave East]

Pablo

I just been trying to avoid all these groupies

Back back in '03 when I had on a Coogie

Them bitches wouldn't even act like they knew me

See them they single remind me of loosies

Niggas ain't on them nobody was choosing

She got her ass done took a picture for the net and her body was ruined

I wouldn't try to pursue it she got a gram but she ain't got a hustle

You ain't bout nothing, think about when I touch you

I can just let one of the homies come fuck you

I do not know you so I do not trust you

Came from Atlanta I gotta call trouble

Niggas probably had you all on the covers

Niggas probably had you working a double

[Chorus: Shy Gawdly]

I think lil' mama a fan

Every time I come around she trying to do things

All in my ear talking about she love me

Trying to give me mood swings

No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan

See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late

Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith

I think lil' mama a fan

Every time I come around she trying to do things

All in my ear talking about she love me

Trying to give me mood swings

No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan

See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late

Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith