After Lovin U

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]

I saw her walkin' by, uh, shawty say what's up

I say I'm sugar daddy, comin' with them candy nuts

How are you? Follow through, probably get her with a round or two

What you do is nothing new, I get a crew that'll cut you too

Different woman, different story

You can paint it for me, got her horny posing callin' loudly while I'm on the camera recordin' her

Whorin' her, only puttin' four in her

Altering the speech will turn this freak into a foreigner

So what you say?

I'm only able to hit April in the month of May?

The whole summer I just wondered what I am to say?

I cut these broads off, panties are all soft

Sometimes I stroke her, and I poke her, 'til it falls off

Call her back, wishin' that, I could take her to my crib

Show her just how I live, then I give her two broke ribs

And I'm drinkin' this drink, puffin' purple and dank

You fallin' over, so what's sober homie, what you think?

And what you fiending for? This dick you need to score

And you're a fool if you would think that I would beat it raw

Some alcoholic shit, throw up in the toilet shit

That's why you only hit it once and never call a bitch

[Break: Erick Arc Elliott]

Some of you, some of you dudes don't even know

Like, she was supposed to be in the club

She's not supposed to be at your crib

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]

I said, baby girl was Brenda

I scoped her out at finals week

I'm fond of her, so I'm happy we could finally meet

Shawty was the shit, cute lips, and a fly physique

Bubble gum, pop it rock it, knew every kinda beat

Majorin' in culinary, she cooked a n**** meals

And mine was Journalism, wiritin' what my n****s feel

Convinced my girly girl that she could miss a class

Shortly after that she caught me beating on that ass

Say it's Spring, Summer, Fall, man this shawty do it all

And fuck that designer dress cause I don't care about the cost

If you got a lotta cash, don't care about the flaws

It only matters to me if I'm gonna wax the draws

Fan mail I'm gettin' lost in, more letters than Wheel of Fortune

Number's in my phone, so she sorta feels important

I sit back and fuck between em feelin' so exhausted

Guide you to my crib but don't you ever touch my porcelain

Hollywood hangin, strictly good dank

And speakers blown inside the whip

But my shawty's still bangin'

Rollin' something smellin' good

I thank this orange hair

Referring to the kush

Not the corny wig you wear

Cause them Zombies out

Tell em what it's all about

Chiefin' with them black jawns

Known to give you cotton-mouth

Rotten apple rockin' out

Paper in a large amount

Still I'm feelin' hella good

They don't know what they talkin' bout

Grabbin' that and I'm walkin' out

Feelin' bad but can't force me out

So you ride, so you ride

I say I'm grabbin' that and I'm walkin' out

Feelin' good but can't force me out

So you ride