Sturvy

Lyrics

[Hook] I be on the phone with ya, tell me how much will it take for me to roll with ya Coz she don't wanna be in public with a broke nigga If chivalry is dead then she is a cold killer She's not a gold digger but she's sturvy Sturvy, she sturvy, why the fuck are you sturvy You sturvy, you sturvy, you sturvy, why the fuck are you sturvy [Verse] She say's she knows my type and she don't go for those guys I compliment her so much, she just rolls eyes I whisper sweet things, and she tells me don't lie Bob Marley was right now woman no cry She acting high and mighty, she don't talk, she lip sync Versace perfume, mascara and lipstick She pulling shy faces, only go to kwaai places She don't want her time wasted, baby girl is high maintenance And she don't like the ghetto, her stilettos is [?] I think she thinks, she's special She's the wife that you get you when you would like to settle And have a bunch of laaties But they'll be just like her you need an invite to sit by her And if you ask me, I think she nasty, very upperclassy Keeps herself snobby, we know you bad baby That's very plain to see, now shut the fuck and inhale this weed You penis tease And I don't want a convo maybe a phone call You did your hair so nice to come to this kak jol The brasse lamming by her, thinking what drinks to buy her She don't pay for nothing, she fucking the organiser It's hard being a woman but it's easy being her\ I think it's best I swerve coz I'm very disturbed Look at the coco curfes Cape Town up to Joburg Shaken and stirred girl why you sturvy? [Hook] I be on the phone with ya, tell me how much will it take for me to roll with ya Coz she don't wanna be in public with a broke nigga If chivalry is dead then she is a cold killer She's not a gold digger but she's sturvy Sturvy, she sturvy, why the fuck are you sturvy You sturvy, you sturvy, you sturvy, why the fuck are you sturvy