Certain Measures

(Intro)
Shawty you know you is yeah
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(Bridge)
I-I-I need a divine lil shawty that wants me (oh wants me)
I won’t pander to all yo wants if she loves me (loves me)
I got too much hoes in my pocket man my phone is heat (man)
Can’t believe all these lies girl you want a freak (man)

(Chorus)
I won’t lie, I’d be upfront all time no pressure
Back to wall take down my draws open your mouth air pressure
Therapy for my soul baby girl I’m doing certain measures
Your the only one I want none of these other girls on your level
Let me tell you my type

(Verse 1)
She smart beautiful unique
Got hella plans out for a week
Don’t want a nigga too weak
She about business no streaks
Only post when it’s others needs
That’s the type of woman I seek
Independent mind her own business, don’t hop around between sheets (ain’t for the streets)
I’ve been looking to drop a dime for a long time
Let’s rewind the tape
Met you at junior high, you was too shy
I always thought she is the one to hate
You figured out my flaws at every take
Make sure you’d call out all my mistakes
You a hardheaded snow flake
She type the chick to help pump my breaks
Expose the real, and eliminate the fake
She is my coach to draw the play
Help me get rid of my game days
No more playing rolls, fuck them hoes I ain’t the same
When we start loving I won’t pull out late
We got to start this off with a date (debate)
I love the bet plus we relate, family tithes, wedding cake

(pre-bridge)
You got hella goals I love that
Church girl with accent
Shaded skin I don’t due tint
You’d be my perfect bitch
When I get the bandz prolly kids
That’s the way real life is
No need to be embarrassed
I’m young nigga in yo buz

(Bridge)
I-I-I need a divine lil shawty that wants me (oh wants me)
I won’t pander to all yo wants if she loves me (loves me)
I got too much hoes in my pocket man my phone is heat (man)
Can’t believe all these lies girl you want a freak (man)

(Chorus)
I won’t lie, I’d be upfront all time no pressure
Back to wall take down my draws open your mouth air pressure
Therapy for my soul baby girl I’m doing certain measures
Your the only one I want none of these other girls on your level

(Verse 2)
You was too lonely and I’m sorry I didn’t reach out any sooner
I was born in the 2000s but I act like a teenaged boomer
You listen to old shit ol shit this music is a fumer
Fire flames, honey glazed bitch straight shooter
I fire shots in the booth, to show proof, I got the tools for the room
I don’t assume I get the facts then duck back all of the rumors
I don’t care I will keep spitting even if I got a deadly tumor
The only thing that I fear is God and my rap music
(we done)