Yucky Poor - Mansplaining Lyrics

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me

Half a gram of shroomies, chase it down with Steele Reserve
I be leaving you on read cos you get on my nerves
Probably with your sugar daddy chewing them horderves
That boy he got cash, he spending it, I'm stuck in MIA stealing them clothes
I think I get it, I understand what you wanting, you ain't gotta keep speaking on it
I shouldn't sweat it but you getting cardio in and I couldn't help to be more athletic
I'm so competitive, uh
Suggest a sedative, uh
Should sober up so re-up on that medicine, uh
I'm a freeze up every time that you think I'm a let 'em in
Facetime poor connection, you should check your fiber optics
Telling me your sexual experiences too often
I get it, you miss me and my many different sauces
But don't overcompensate with too much dick
Or you won't have a reason to visit the tropics no more

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me

I got a cyber thot, she wanna be my main squeeze
But I got another one, and she a lot closer to me
My homies be telling me shit getting too complicated I gotta agree
My standards been getting too high just an EP ago would f*ck any hoe that breathe
I just stopped settling, shit it was getting repetitive
Ever since Stills all these bitches, they heckling
Hitting me out of the blue like the color my balls never that anymore
Sixteen bitches, one for all of my chapels, I feel like Michaelangelo
And that's in the last year alone
So please don't ask me for my body count, you be drilling me too hard like a Saudi now
It's hard to tell between the two of us, way we talk shit, which one is more a pottymouth
You ask to cast my dick as a dildo, other bitches just ask for my autograph
And you can lie to me by keeping it simple, I'm not gonna ask for no polygraph

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I can take a hint so stop explaining shit
I'm a lover not a fighter quit debating me