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Kr3wcial - Standards şarkı sözleri

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Yea
Money requirement
Size requirement
She got standards
Theres a height requirement
Money requirement
Size requirement
She told me
There's a height requirement
Size requirement
Money requirement
Cause she got standards
She got standards
She said you gotta be like 6'1
And fuck her good enough to change her mood
When she gotta attitude
Gotta have like 250 a year
Before taxes taxes
Before she even glance
Or bat a eyelash at you
And she aint even got her own crib
She don't cook her own food
Her pockets low like cargo shorts is
And got the gall to be rude
I got enough goin on on my own
So whatchu bring to the table love
I know you aint show up hungry
Cause her mouth stay closed
Unless that paper gets thrown
She a Fiend for the green
How lovely
You think I don't know you worth by heart
I can eyeball work
And you look unemployable
Truly enjoyable
I ask how yo day is in passing
She turn her nose up at me
Got the nerve to tell me there's a motherfuckin
Height requirement
Size requirement
Money requirement
Cause she got standards
She got standards
There's a height requirement
Size requirement
Money requirement
Cause she got standards
She got standards
There's a height requirement
Size requirement
Money requirement
Cause she got standards
She got standards
She got standards
Huh
Told lil mama girl Im 6'5
Might fly you out if shit live
Wont judge you based off
How you dick ride
Pay no mind to all that riff raff
Them niggas only fans
But I've decided not to pick sides
I see your point
And its not
Just because your nipples hard in my face
I mean
Niggas aint the salt of the earth
I mean Most of us is marching in place
I mean
Fuck it if you getting
What you think that you worth
Mama told me not to ever fuck with
No woman purse
Aint for me to discern
Mind my business
Keep it G til my turn
Or not
Aint not cap in my verbs
Played it straight I got curved
Played it crooked got curved
Bitches got curved too
She say I got some nerve
But she got nerve too
Relax those
That's what hot herb do
Attack clothes
It was right on cue
At this point I knew
Bodies hit the floor
And I didn't even have a clue
About a fuckin height requirement
Height requirement
Size requirement
Money requirement
Cause she got standards
She got standards
There's a height requirement
Size requirement
Money requirement
Cause she got standards
She got standards
There's a height requirement
Size requirement
Money requirement
Cause she got standards
She got standards
She got standards

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