jacob, the first son short girl slander şarkı sözleri

I don't mess with short girls Told the homie put the beat in 5/8 But my ex was 5'3 That is just That is just That is just beyond me Drinking water, motha (Ugh) Dasani I need brain, imma zombie Or when I think about it prolly Donald Trump Pump it up I'm an Average Joe in a navy blue button up And it's plush Shawty something sweet, she petite She a buttercup Powerpuff Give her compliments And you'll see just how she bubble up Blossom love Hold on cuz Stop tripping when I tell you where I'm from Talking Minnesota You dead ass? Like a possum bum I was on some other ish Weren't ready Took me back to level one But where's the fun If you never fail, take an L What's beginners luck You know what I might need a second, but just know I ain't no runner up I run it up, lettuce up Talking bout the bread, but you all buns Argue like it's tennis No paint said, so it's all love And hold on bruh with the ride Bring a five, then go buckle up Oh you said it's live I might glide to your place with my knuckles up And I had to gut, all the fat I couldn't stomach like tummy tuck Snakes turn to weeds in the grass with the smoke when they in the cut Said you run with killers huh Oh whale, get ya blubber up Had to take the top of the whip Like a fist, that'a an uppercut Thinking you a one of one You ain't it, but come tag along What did I forget? Wait a minute, let me get my slander on All these short girls think they small height comes with a big advantage Girl you 5'2, even with a stool Still couldn't reach ya standards I would tell you grow up But I see your growth is stunted dawg Some of y'all Need to settle down and be humble like ya mother dawg Men ain't the problem love Oh you mad? Look she tried it y'all Word to Kevin Samuels Before you die alone, you should buy a dog You might need a Tylenol Ask me, you touched in the head How 5'4" chasing after tall men with your wittle wegs? Can you guess what she said? Boy, don't push me to the edge Girl... I would push you off a cliff Nah wait, ain't that just ya bed And with all due disrespect Who being rude boo? You should give thanks like a turkey leg The truth is gonna hit So take it to the chest like stethoscope Part with your heart Cause couldn't care a lick, like an envelope Or I'm saying like a Tootsie roll, you know "How many licks does it get to the center" of ya self-centered ass Because your center of gravity is literally closer to the ground It means you're more grounded But you know, no wonder you childish Yeah Same guy but a different flow And I'm coming live off screen What you mean? Like a pick and roll Y'all going crazy I'm gon' cool like I'm Piccolo Special Beam Cannon Gotta take a pic' with an angle tho And you ain't my preference yo Shawty want the tippy tippy top But she still using tippy toes Can't even walk at my pace, by the way, if we take it slow Under 5'8", no hate Sorry girl, you just gotta go Cause I don't mess with short girls So yes, it is problematic to talk about people's height Or to be, to be very obsessed about height That thing is actually really bad As much as I be like Oh, my n**** needs to be deaux deaux deaux dah I be joking, but like People actually take it serious And thats actually very, very scary because your king could literally be Not my king, their kings Could definitely be their height Me... that just not my portion because of how short I am I'm already below average So I can't have a below average
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