Don't Know Why Lyrics

It's Mazzy Mula

The real Mula

The prime breadwinner

You know the vibes

I told you to be patient until I started off

But you started feeling yourself so I cut it off

You tried to play with my bop, you know I'm never soft

I tried to hold you from my deadly ways, then you turned me off

And I don't know why

I get stuck in them pretty eyes

And them pretty thighs

And you telling me them fucking lies

Look, uh

And I don't know why

I get stuck in them pretty eyes

Them fucking lies

Look

I was cooling on my dolo,

Hit up a party and have ten bitches on me solo

I wouldn't get high, so I had they mouth going so low

You was feeling my vibe, and my fits kept your eyes low

My ups look like cocaine

And my dirty words make your wave flow

You bipolar like Cobain

But your body pressure and your face glow, yeah

I keep it on the low though

Feeling on her body so I hit her with a low blow

Drink got me a little wocky

So what the fuck is a high road?

I want you to understand, so I'm sorry if I talk slow

But I'ma keep it a band

Yeah, I'm empathetic, but I don't give a fuck about your man

She caught me staring at her breasts

So she put em' in my hand

My yellow bone baby, but I got her spitting like Roxanne

I'll shoot up the club

But don't confuse me with Morant

And nah she ain't a groupie, but I call her Dirty Diane

And she don't know why

She taking a chance, and she shit on her man

Look

And she don't know why

I give her a band, now she hold out her hand

Look

And she don't know why

And I don't know why

I get stuck in them pretty eyes

And them pretty thighs

And you telling me them fucking lies

Look, uh

And I don't know why

I get stuck in them pretty eyes

Them fucking lies

Them fucking lies, I televise

Your close friends make a dove cry

Your best friend don't fuck with me

'Cause I made her cum, then I hit the sky

Hit the sky on JetBlue

O2 deprived when I'm fucking you

You got white toes, but your face blue

Don't question me about shit I do

Shit I do, like who I screw

When you talk shit, leave a good review

Cause I'm true to this, I ain't fucking new

This a big body, not a fucking coupe

Blow a bag for a ugly view

I don't fuck with Henny, I want 42

She blowing me when I tell her to

And her hair red like Sarah Drew

But she lie to me like I'm dumb or something

I see shit without my fucking thumb

Fat juicy ass like a fucking plum

And she acts soft like a virgin nun

When I talk crazy, she delicate

When I say less, she start saying shit

She a bad bitch who'll throw a fit

I'm a cocky nigga who don't give a shit

Start feeling weird, so I ghost her

Start riding me like a chauffeur

So I twist her body like a coaster

She want Marc Jacobs, so I tote her

She a cool bitch, but I toast her

She got a deep throat, so I host her

She a demon now, I don't know her

(She a demon now, I don't know her)

And I don't know why

I get stuck in them pretty eyes

And them pretty thighs

And you telling me them fucking lies

Look, uh

And I don't know why

I get stuck in them pretty eyes

Them fucking lies