After Lovin U

Lyrics

[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