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