Brotha Meech - Anti-Social (feat. C. Farls)

Ain't trying to holler so I'm Anti Social
Don't understand I wanna be a HipHop mogul
Ain't talking sideways so I'm anti vocal
Truth is you got me clueless and I'm trying to win your heart again girl
Ain't never meaning to be anti social but my swag wont let me sweat you wholly
Ain't draped all over you like you think I'm supposed to be
You fine as hell but I'm a thoroughbred and with that said I wont let you in my head

Girl I see you with two of your friends and it's Friday night lets go ham
You got that blue dress on I'm sippin' on petrone and the DJ is playing our song
And your body is shaped like a gem on them diamonds and pearls I'd go in
I'm in it to win girl you know where I been I'm for real and ain't playing pretend
And we blowing this joint after 10 you're coming with me grab your friends
Hit my spot we can chill lets twist up that's the deal it's whatever I'm just keepin' it real
And right about now I'm setting it off I'm never half steppin' I'm taking it all
You baddest chick up in this place I'm trying to play it cool but I want a taste
So what I gotta do to spend time with you
Spend a little ends get high with you
Now I broke the silence and you smiling too
You should hop in the whip and I'll ride with you

Ain't trying to holler so I'm Anti Social
Don't understand I wanna be a HipHop mogul
Ain't talking sideways so I'm anti vocal
Truth is you got me clueless and I'm trying to win your heart again girl
Ain't never meaning to be anti social but my swag wont let me sweat you wholly
Ain't draped all over you like you think I'm supposed to be
You fine as hell but I'm a thoroughbred and with that said I wont let you in my head

Am I Anti about to put this chick on stand-by
She blowing up my spot like land mines
She bad make a brother want to fantasize
See my back if you lack peep my LRG
Girl stacked it's a fact she's about to tear them jeans
I wanna slap just a smack baby phat I need a handful
To keep her around you're gonna need more than a lambo You're gonna need a bank roll
You're gonna need a sick ass spot where the dank roll
But if she a stank hoe you boot that bitch to the corner of a rainbow
Still sport them Kangols keep your loot to yourself man you know how the game goes
Heart ain't broke but it's sprained though
Keep my joint off my sleeve stay thorough let 'em hang though
Off the Chain like Django trying to come around and guap the cash like Tango
Never hang around fake folks can't block my shine suckas still throwing shade though
Your boy black like Blade though
Keep a real money stash ain't never had play dough still never slang yay though
Keep my status Joe College always made top grade yo
Anti social treat these broads like hopefuls,
Not saving snobby broads I'm boastful pulling honeys off the web never local
Ain't chasing you around I'm focal
Instagram game on choke hold
Me bowing to your looks baby ohh no
Have you worship these nuts like a gold goat

Written by:
Cameron Farley, Michael Livingston

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