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vi - barrie bradshaw lyrics

[bridge]
this is for the gyal dem, too tough
waistline good and they know they look buff
skin smooth but they’ll handle you rough
hard not to look but you can’t touch
drunk of her ex but now the girl sober
call her girls so that they could come over
dress fit nice, look better bent over
manolos on the couch don’t need no promoter

[chorus]
tell’em say
i look too good to be cuffed
you know i look way to good to stuck
no it ain’t love boy it’s just l#st
i’m doing me and to me that’s enough
i look too good to be cuffed
you know i look way to good to stuck
no it ain’t love boy it’s just l#st
i’m doing me and to me that’s enough

[verse 1]
got all the boys in motion it’s no wonder that you sick
don’t trip, still your n####, he just begged me for a fl!ck
cuffed wrist, doing life, but he trynna take the risk
pass him to his wife cuz he could never handle this
whole clique full of baddies n#gga you can take your pick (sike)
pockets match the body so you know they h#lla thick
tried to bag me and my b#tch (what?)
thinking that you sl!ck
wanna be a playboy but you really just a trick

[chorus]
say i look too good to be cuffed
you know i look way to good to stuck
no it ain’t love boy it’s just l#st
i’m doing me and to me that’s enough
i look too good to be cuffed
you know i look way to good to stuck
no it ain’t love boy it’s just l#st
i’m doing me and to me that’s enough

[verse]
six figures, she could top your b#tch figures
coke bottle or a l!ck figures
she a speaking in third bird but the chicks dig her
flash a smile and now the d#cks bigger
he h#lla keen, and he said i’m all that
lose his sh#t when he gripping on my small back
gave him the number, he keep begging me to call back
told him pay the bill then i will but it’s all cap
clap, clap, clap for the heavy weight champs
take a shot baby then you do your dance
eye contact, put that n#gga in a trance
your girl is back, these men don’t have a chance
bring it back, back, back, for the heavy weight champs
check your man, tell him keep it in his pants
one more shot, to the man who had his chance
you played yourself so sorry in advance

- vi lyrics

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