Tunji Ige - BIASC Pt. 2 lyrics

(CHORUS) Windy afternoons Sunny days in June (She) call a n***a on the phone like how you doing tune I dont know baby Lost my f**ing mind I got school and protools and just a little time For my little dime Damn you mighty fine Let a n***a hit it right you supposed to whine If you cross me baby better read the signs I'll DMV a b**h, grab a ticket wait in line (Verse 1) To my astonishment who established the dominance Im Speaking Modern man what you hearing honest sh** With double standards, please excuse his manners He grew up on banks never watched The damn Tanners (uh) But I guess he had a uncle Jesse now I'm f**ing twins clean it up it's getting messy Cause that flow so deadly lady k**er Freddy Ed edd and eddy jaw breaking with the medley That speed racer day ragger the hot roddy That 18 young black f**ing god body f** the patriarchy You can f**ing stop me My hormones got me feeling like illuminati (and)Why these whites girls going after me It's been this way since they seen Kim on TV And I don't wanna be that typical guy But if we being real that just a typical lie because of (CHORUS) Windy afternoons Sunny days in June (She) call a n***a on the phone like how you doing tune See I dont know baby Lost my f**ing mind I got school and protools and just a little time For my little dime Damn you mighty fine Let a n***a hit it right you supposed to whine! If you cross me baby better read the signs I'll DMV a b**h, grab a ticket wait in line (Verse 2) See Every girl a lil just bit crazy She getting mad when she see it don't phase me I wanna lady (uh) Who ain't shady Lemme dive in the sea like the navy (uh) No sleep Hit it to beat You a young freak But you ain't no tweak Knees get weak And the boy just geek Cause she the reason why I gotta change sheets (uh) Skeet skeet from the most unique Love guru but ya boy ain't Sikh No you the one so ya boy can't creep But the boy like a wolf in a heard of sheep so I Gotta go and do it n***as stuck on stupid coughing up the fluid get in to it With the new sh** Ima loose it Ima younging straight up thuging pushing on her bu*tons spitting something when you bluffing n***a I'm the seccond coming of the flex Flex cut that check You ain't gotta ask who next Ignore that text I got from ex and I don't tick I'm like Rolex Lex lex pull in lex Neva stress when I hit I wreck I can't even rep my set cause Shawty got me feeling vexed Let's let's fly in jets To the tropical like its mex Gimme done and gimme beck an maybe then you'll get a check (audio sample) She kinda stabbed me with that jawn... She ssshe ain't even say.. she said that sh** was corny tho... And you know what she listen to instead?... What? (CHORUS) Windy afternoons Sunny days in June (She) call a n***a on the phone like how you doing tune I dont know baby Lost my f**ing mind I got school and protools and just a little time For my little dime Damn you mighty fine Let a n***a hit it right you supposed to whine If you cross me baby better read the signs I'll DMV a b**h, grab a ticket wait in line... Sports car b**hes in a sports car Yeah.. sports car b*tchES IN A SPORTS CAR!