MC Virgins — Gray Sweatpants
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[Verse 1: MC Prophet]
Everyday I walk outside (Ayy), nobody want me (What?)
Probably ’cause I bought all of my clothes at the swap meet
I ain’t ever had no luck with a hottie
Closest ever got to a girl was talking, uh (Ayy)
But today feels different (What?)
When I came out the gates, all the girls had an interest (Uh)
Ain’t no shame in they face (Yeah)
Eyes swirled, feelin’ gifted
Seemed my pain that had came from the world finally lifted, ayy
I’m feelin’ lavish, I see a bad bitch (What?), she started laughin’ (Uh, ayy)
What’s happenin’? Tryna grab on it, what I’m packin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
My package is feelin’ passion, it want some action (Yeah, what?)
Imaginin’ interactin’ with hеr wagon, uh (What? What? Uh, ayy, ayy)
What went right in the mirror, I just glance
I’m just lookin at mysеlf from my head to my hands (What?)
Thinkin I don’t look different then I went into a trance
Started lookin at my package in my gray sweatpants, uh
[Pre-Chorus: MC Prophet]
She lookin at my dick print (Ayy), she just want a fixin’ (What?)
She ain’t gotta man so I think I’m boutta hit this (Yeah)
Told me they had plans when they used to have no interest (Uh, what?)
Turned into some fans, now they all up in my business (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: MC Prophet, MC God, & MC Wasian]
Now I’m on my new shit, get the fuck out the way (Uh)
All these hatin’ ass bitches puttin’ on a new face like (What?)
Real shit, I ain’t got time for fakes (Yeah)
In a brand new fit when I step in the place like (Yeah, yeah, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: MC Gibby]
It’s a brand new day, a brand new way (What?)
To get a bitch to come home with me because tonight I’m tryna get laid (Yeah)
She be lookin’ nervous, she be lookin’ afraid
I know she don’t know what it’s like to be with somebody that’s paid (Uh)
I just pulled up on the block with some gray sweatpants
I be lookin’ like the boss
If you try to step to MC, take another loss (Okay)
I just switch up to a Groutfit, takin’ off Lacoste (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just took a pair off and I threw ’em through the wash (What?)
Gray from head to toe, yeah, even on my socks (Uh)
Yeah, I know you got the juice, but I swear I got the sauce (Yeah)
I just pull up to the Gucci store, I don’t look at the cost (Ayy, don’t look at the cost, ayy)
Gray sweatpants on my dick, I know that you see this shit (What? What?)
Throwin’ thermometers at me ’cause they know my fit is sick
Drownin’ in pussy ’cause all of these bitches know that I’m rich
I see a girl that I want, I’m takin’ her back to the crib
[Pre-Chorus: MC Prophet]
She lookin at my dick print (Ayy), she just want a fixin’ (What?)
She ain’t gotta man so I think I’m boutta hit this (Yeah)
Told me they had plans when they used to have no interest (Uh, what?)
Turned into some fans, now they all up in my business (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: MC Prophet, MC God, & MC Wasian]
Now I’m on my new shit, get the fuck out the way (Uh)
All these hatin’ ass bitches puttin’ on a new face like (What?)
Real shit, I ain’t got time for fakes (Yeah)
In a brand new fit when I step in the place like (Yeah, yeah, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: MC Kudge]
She at the crib, but the front lock doesn’t work (Nah, what?)
Slide through the back to the bathroom, get to work
Share a quick laugh, then she grabs off of my shirt (Uh, uh, uh)
But unlike Cole World, I ain’t ask for it back (Nope)
Dash to the bedroom, her ass on the bed
Ask to take my grays off, she wanna Ash Kaashh it (Yeah)
She sex addict, I said, «Bitch I’m all for it»
She ain’t havin’ it soon as my sweats hit the floor, I hear
«I don’t understand what happened at all»
«I mean your dick ain’t even passin’ your balls, I really gotta go»
Her Uber five away
I never had trouble with chicks, I got like five today (Yeah)
But then finally I noticed that I’m only pullin’ in my sweats
Girls would never fuck a dude that got two inches or less
Damn, the sweats are really cheatin’
I know my dick is small, but I just never thought she’d see it, ayy
[Pre-Chorus: MC Prophet]
She lookin at my dick print (Ayy), she just want a fixin’ (What?)
She ain’t gotta man so I think I’m boutta hit this (Yeah)
Told me they had plans when they used to have no interest (Uh, what?)
Turned into some fans, now they all up in my business (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: MC Prophet, MC God, & MC Wasian]
Now I’m on my new shit, get the fuck out the way (Uh)
All these hatin’ ass bitches puttin’ on a new face like (What?)
Real shit, I ain’t got time for fakes (Yeah)
In a brand new fit when I step in the place like (Yeah, yeah, uh)
