[Intro: JID]
I always wanted to do one of these type shits
[Verse 1: JID]
Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her Dandelion
She be panty-less, so no panty lines
She from Campbellton, off of County Line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though
She fucked me, tryna pluck a couple bucks like a banjo
Had a girl who was an artist, she could draw, her name Tracy
She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces
And we argue all the time, but we fuck like we crazy
She said her favorite thing is face painting
I used to have this white shorty, always hanging with the black folk
She used to bump Black Thought, I saw her using black soap
That's a wack thought, ain't wanna kick her to the curb
Until she asked me, can she say the N-word?
Hey, can I say "nigga" around you?
Some nerve
I knew a girl from Jersey used to love Donny Hathaway
And she was from Piscataway
Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him, "Put the gat away"
I was tapping that ass, I'll never forget the Saturday
But it don't even matter like D'Angelo and Laur' Hill
I had a country girl from Alabama down in Mobile
At that time, she had mo' bills than me
And she, her, had no time to chill with me
I still miss her, I wonder where could she be?
Hand me the Fronto leaf
Hey, damn bro, I don't think we got no more
Aight, let's go to the store
Aight, nigga, but shit, we driving your shit
You driving?
I always wanted to do one of these type shits
[Verse 1: JID]
Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her Dandelion
She be panty-less, so no panty lines
She from Campbellton, off of County Line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though
She fucked me, tryna pluck a couple bucks like a banjo
Had a girl who was an artist, she could draw, her name Tracy
She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces
And we argue all the time, but we fuck like we crazy
She said her favorite thing is face painting
I used to have this white shorty, always hanging with the black folk
She used to bump Black Thought, I saw her using black soap
That's a wack thought, ain't wanna kick her to the curb
Until she asked me, can she say the N-word?
Hey, can I say "nigga" around you?
Some nerve
I knew a girl from Jersey used to love Donny Hathaway
And she was from Piscataway
Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him, "Put the gat away"
I was tapping that ass, I'll never forget the Saturday
But it don't even matter like D'Angelo and Laur' Hill
I had a country girl from Alabama down in Mobile
At that time, she had mo' bills than me
And she, her, had no time to chill with me
I still miss her, I wonder where could she be?
Hand me the Fronto leaf
Hey, damn bro, I don't think we got no more
Aight, let's go to the store
Aight, nigga, but shit, we driving your shit
You driving?
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