Too Good Lookin’

[Verse 1]
Ok, she’s got our focus, and looks like she knows it,
tiny black dress, low cut with the back open,
walkin’ through the bar it’s illegal to be smokin’,
she don’t’ notice all the creatine bros flexin’ like Hogan.
Getting swole, and packing Trojans,
grabbin’ bros, talking closing ‘till she walks close, and now they frozen.
But she’s been hot since 17, has better things in focus,
like a ballplayer with tendency of spreadin’ things like Moses.
She’s a 10 or more, honest I can’t count.
And like a white dude at Howard she stands out.
That model walk, hourglass, and subtle curls,
we’re talkin’ the finest chick in the history of the world.
America’s most wanted, deserving the most sonnets,
skulling those courtesy shots straight with no tonic,
‘Grammin’ pictures her and her b*tches hearted by 400,
no wonder average Joes loaded to go huntin’.

[Chorus]
Never walks through the party unnoticed,
catchin’ eyes from the whole damn place.
Girl you’re too good lookin’
and you know that sh*t.
Think the bar started spinning slow motion,
but she walks at her own damn pace.
Girl you’re too good lookin’
and you know that sh*t.

[Verse 2]
See me, see me come down with another babe,
and she’s rockin’ that outfit – no Prada made.
Talk to me girl ‘bout this, ain’t gotta pay,
join me for a Colada then nada faltará me.
Not amazed with me until she sees that I got a raise,
rolling up in a black Range, smoking Havana-mades,
with a gold watch, gold money clip, and gold chains,
wanna go shop, Coach, Fendi, Ricci, Cartier.
Well, guess I’m to blame, I do what I can to please her.
I pay what I can to make rent, and give what I can to Caesar.
She’s ordering the top shelf while I’m poppin’ a can of PBR,
feel a tug on my keister, that’s her grabbing for my Visa.
But I don’t f*ck with stuck up smug women ain’t gonna talk to me,
all I need, a friendly mamacita serving guac to me.
She’s got her own cash, not tryin’a get guap from me.
Don’t need a girl exhausting my wallet, costing me
possibly half my worth, she know she’s worth it though,
so there goes half my worth, causing me vertigo.
Her loyalty to these designers is getting personal,
yelling, “these are so damn cute!”… I’ve never heard of those.
Who knew a pair of heels could cost a G,
trips to the mall got me feelin’ like I got to flee.
Damn, you know the girl was born to shopping spree,
coppin’ 3 designer shoes and some socks for me.

[Bridge]

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