Still Singing - Ghetts, Mercston

Where’s all of my real women?

Tune’s nearly a year old but I’m still singing

Me, fresh prince, I’ll Will Smith 'em

Deal or no deal, I can deal with them

Ever since sing for me

The wifey’s been to into me

She thinks I’ve fucked half of the industry

Now I know how difficult things can be

Because if I be in a stu’s, with a singer in a booth

And that’s my misses in a mood

Pissed off, sitting in a room

And she ain’t never gonna listen to the tune

But it’s my fault

I should’ve thought first

But I never thought words can leave a girl’s mine warped

Now I’m trying to get her back with the right talk

Or the right song

But the feeling ain’t mutual

So, it’s like, force

I’ve been kicked to the curb

Now I feel like I’m part of the sidewalk

I’m that, we could have a party

One smile and I got 'em like

Flyboy, so, I tip past the roof

I’ve been working hard, so, I look kinda

I got a wife that’s worth more than money

She ain’t for sale, and I ain’t for real

I suppose she glows even when it ain’t sunny

I love her, she loves me

But that don’t stop me getting down in the buggy

Twenty percent tints, ten out of ten tits

Bottle shaped pips, Angelina lips

Nails and every ting crisp

But that don’t mean I should

But that noise that you make sounds good

This might be the last time, get a good look

Just for old times sake, I make you scream

I’m that, we could have a party

One smile and I got 'em like

Flyboy, so, I tip past the roof

I’ve been working hard, so, I look kinda

Where’s all of my real women?

Tune’s nearly a year old but I’m still singing

Me, fresh prince, I’ll Will Smith 'em

Deal or no deal, I can deal with them

If she’s got a voice then

I might be the reason she leaves her boyfriend

I wanna see her and I don’t need an appointment

Like me, mum say to avoid them

I know it’s old news but in the

You was talking about a nigga like me

Yeah, it’s so true

A nigga might bang and a nigga might leave

I call it so soon

In a rush, in a hurry

In a month, don’t worry

I’ll be back like Arnold said

But don’t hold your breath, it’d be arson for death