Seduction
[Intro]
(Like a verbal seduction, seduction when I tell them girls on the floor)
I don't know, man, just feels like, we're a lot different
It kinda feels like, I'm on a whole different page right now than you
It feels strange but um, I guess it's kinda like, it's kinda like
[Verse 1] I feel like I'm morphing into something that's so incredible That I'm dwarfing all competitors Better get your girlfriend in check It's psychological warfare, endorphins I effect Your self-esteem shatters as dialect comes blasting out your deck She loves me, such passion You'd expect this sort of reaction from her, yet You strong-arm, you're fucking corny You try to turn your charm on Cause you just think you're Bishop the Don Juan But if you think you're fucking with me, homie, you're on one I'm cocking my head back like Ed Lover, come on, son She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like, she's fucking with dude She wants son, homeboy, you better get a clue She's on my dick cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack When she's closing her eyes, fantasizing of Digging her nails in my back to this track
[Hook x2] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you The next she don't, she's been stolen from you
[Verse 2] She's sitting there getting liquored up at the bar She says it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you than to count the things that are There's a seven-disc CD changer in her car And I'm in every single slot, and you're not, aw I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet: a star And I'm not about to sit back and just keep rhyming one syllable, nah Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up Cause they're just not good enough but I'm not giving up 'Til I get my respect, and I won't stop 'Til I get enough, cause I'm not living up to my own expectations, aw That hater alarm is sounding off and Obama took the bomb from my name So quit crying that I took your dame, homie she's my dame You sadly mistaken if you thinking that I'm not on my game, boy And things just ain't been the same since the day that I came for it You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank, boy But you got a hard on for me, what you hollering my name for? It's your bitch on my dick, ain't my dang fault, man, I can't call it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3] It's like we're playing lyrical tug of war with your ear, you hear it? Girl, come here Put your ear up to the speaker, dear, while I freak this world premiere Seducing her, loosen up with a little freestyle, wait, am I losing ya? Am I making you look bad? Well I got news for you, homie, you're losing her Oh wait, she don't like when I spit it fast, am I trying to show how, let me slow it down some It's still gonna be a blowout, you're gonna wanna throw out your whole album Rummage through the shit and try to salvage something to see If you can save any of it, punk, but none of it's fucking with me Prick, you really feeling that bullshit? You think you killing them syllables? Quit playing, these beats ain't nothing to fool with They call me Fire Marshall: I shut the shit down Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round I am also the opposite of what you are like You're a microcosm of what the fuck I am on the mic I am awesome and you are just awe-struck She's love-stricken, she's got her jaw stuck from sucking my dick, aw fuck
[Hook x2]
[Verse 1] I feel like I'm morphing into something that's so incredible That I'm dwarfing all competitors Better get your girlfriend in check It's psychological warfare, endorphins I effect Your self-esteem shatters as dialect comes blasting out your deck She loves me, such passion You'd expect this sort of reaction from her, yet You strong-arm, you're fucking corny You try to turn your charm on Cause you just think you're Bishop the Don Juan But if you think you're fucking with me, homie, you're on one I'm cocking my head back like Ed Lover, come on, son She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like, she's fucking with dude She wants son, homeboy, you better get a clue She's on my dick cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack When she's closing her eyes, fantasizing of Digging her nails in my back to this track
[Hook x2] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you The next she don't, she's been stolen from you
[Verse 2] She's sitting there getting liquored up at the bar She says it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you than to count the things that are There's a seven-disc CD changer in her car And I'm in every single slot, and you're not, aw I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet: a star And I'm not about to sit back and just keep rhyming one syllable, nah Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up Cause they're just not good enough but I'm not giving up 'Til I get my respect, and I won't stop 'Til I get enough, cause I'm not living up to my own expectations, aw That hater alarm is sounding off and Obama took the bomb from my name So quit crying that I took your dame, homie she's my dame You sadly mistaken if you thinking that I'm not on my game, boy And things just ain't been the same since the day that I came for it You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank, boy But you got a hard on for me, what you hollering my name for? It's your bitch on my dick, ain't my dang fault, man, I can't call it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3] It's like we're playing lyrical tug of war with your ear, you hear it? Girl, come here Put your ear up to the speaker, dear, while I freak this world premiere Seducing her, loosen up with a little freestyle, wait, am I losing ya? Am I making you look bad? Well I got news for you, homie, you're losing her Oh wait, she don't like when I spit it fast, am I trying to show how, let me slow it down some It's still gonna be a blowout, you're gonna wanna throw out your whole album Rummage through the shit and try to salvage something to see If you can save any of it, punk, but none of it's fucking with me Prick, you really feeling that bullshit? You think you killing them syllables? Quit playing, these beats ain't nothing to fool with They call me Fire Marshall: I shut the shit down Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round I am also the opposite of what you are like You're a microcosm of what the fuck I am on the mic I am awesome and you are just awe-struck She's love-stricken, she's got her jaw stuck from sucking my dick, aw fuck
[Hook x2]