Elks Part 5

I just want to fuck commitment’s too much
I’m not very touching, but I’m cool with being touched
Seeing rough relationships with dips is tough
Please believe I’ve seen more than enough
Give me two things: A whore and a stunt
Horny as fuck on the floor both at once
Hoes make assumptions that I’m hunting for humping
No game, I’m blunt when I want something
I’ll tell you what, when, why, and how I want it
Then let you know what you can get from it
Bitches get offended, to me that’s proof
Cunts love when macks be bending the truth
No tight, snooty-ass, hoes quite bougie
Are dope like groupies that blow like Hootie
Ditch the fish, we ain’t got to cuddle
No spooning, choosing who sleeps in the puddle
I dig a hoe down for the penetration
She’ll do the damn thing with no expectations
I never love a groupie, but I got love for them
American or foreign, I just can’t ignore them
Lift up your kilt, the cunt is getting killed
Ram rod in you, all the way to the hilt
Skin soft as silk and cooch wetter than milk
Bult off-tilt, an Elk’s a different ilk
I scouted this girl, she was out of this world
Shouted a swirl of game to make her toes curl
And she act like she ain’t heard the mack
Bold and rolling her eyes like she was jacked on smack
I was taken aback; you high post hoe
Thinking you’re a one-oh, I’ma break it down slow
Yeah, you look good; I’ll give you that much
But your rude attitude produced a slut I wouldn’t touch
With a ten foot rod. I been put wads
Of cum on dumb hoes that was way finer than you
In designers and two bucks is all of your cash
Gold miner, and few chumps be chasing the ass
Seen you walking like an emu and I know your M. O
Probably rolled up here in someone else’s limo
Giving jaw to superstars like Jay Leno
Scoping like a nigga with a rap demo
Looking for the ballers with the platinum extensions
Ordering Midori and trying to catch their attention
Shaking your tail and getting all up in the face
Of anybody with the pull to show you just how fame tastes
You’re a crying disgrace; if your father witnessed this
I guarantee he’d snatch you right out of VIP by your wrist
Then tell you to go home and put on some clothes
Hollering what someone should’ve told you long ago
You ain’t fresh
Uh-uh, naw baby
You ain’t fresh
So go’head with yourself
You ain’t fresh
Who? Who, you!
You ain’t fresh
You ain’t fresh
Uh-uh, naw baby
You ain’t fresh
So go’head with yourself
You ain’t fresh
Who? Who, you!
You ain’t fresh