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