Intuition Lyrics

She in school and got all her teeth

Lil shorty sounding like Debbie that's living cross the street

And them college letter piles came in all this week

See her from the porch the block leaning all off they seat

She knew right from wrong

But got in that caddy cause you like the songs

Now she staring in them review eyes

Father strict but now she fear two guys

One good brain

Focused on them great two thighs and not them sides

He said you could be mother hen of the chicken scratch

Every order served the business keeping the kitchen packed

All I need from you is ya hustle well as kitty cat

Is you hearing that

Ain't nothing clear as that

She got a man that could handle her next

Rough ways she biting lips with a hand on her neck

Fast food but take it easy like it's Panda Express

Ya intuition a mess

Why it ain't kicking in yet

Saint

You really mother earth

See the way you run the turf

That body on sell what's a hundred worth

That life good but you wanted worse

It's bout the struggle so you wanna hurt

Like why you wanna hurt

You really mother earth

See the way you run the turf

That body on sell what's a hundred worth

That life good but you wanted worse

It's bout the struggle so you wanna hurt

Like why you wanna hurt

Sneaking out, never eating out the with them Hors D'oeuvres

Her body got more curves who molding that shape

When you walking a thin line somebody hoping it break

Devils advocate you the hottest what's ya opening take

And them stables getting thick

Signals getting mix you ain't the bottom girl

Just more than likely ya back at the bottom girl

If you a bottle they always tappin that bottom girl

And that's for good luck

Mhm and that's some good stuff

A hood rush you'll get dumped quicker than wood guts

Could've been the purest in the can she let the hood crush

For good bucks a Greek Freak with a good cut

And that's a salary with bonuses you should want

She got the man that could handle her debt

Rough ways she lit a joint with a hand in her dress

Finger food why take it easy you can't handle respect

Ya intuition a mess

Why it ain't kicking in yet

Saint

You really mother earth

See the way you run the turf

That body on sell what's a hundred worth

That life good but you wanted worse

It's bout the struggle so you wanna hurt

Like why you wanna hurt

You really mother earth

See the way you run the turf

That body on sell what's a hundred worth

That life good but you wanted worse

It's bout the struggle so you wanna hurt

Like why you wanna hurt

Had all As

Parents feared this was a long phase

She noticing now the sex turning into a long gaze

Running out of gas you miles along the wrong way

All because you led with the attitude of a Strangè

Strung out wash cloth see what you made of

Ya boyfriend probably the last time you made love

He didn't say much all that pride willingly saved up

He was young and dumb probably putting his first K up

Good with the swipe, now it's outta control

Sky's the limit now dreaming painting clouds on ya toes

Uh

He saw through ya soul paper he knew you would fold

Got a hold on that body yeah he neutered ya soul

Uh, she got a man that got a hand her death

Last lap she limping toward it wit a pep in her step

Last call yeah she could stay but she can't handle regret

Ya intuition a mess

Why it ain't kicking in yet

Saint

That life good but you wanted worse

It's bout the struggle so you wanna hurt

Why you wanna hurt