MONIE LOVE

MONIE LOVE - Greasy lyrics

Honey looking butter, word? How's he living? Greasy

[Verse 1]

I remember Rick way back in prehistoric

Wearing holey pants and always reading Marvel comics

Never used deodorant, clothes were always soiled

Instead of body lotion, Rick used the Crisco oil

Never had a hair cut, breath was always stenching

Used to try to catch me sitting on the school bench and

Speaking to me, stinking to me, killing all the flowers

Wish I had a Certs in my pocket, he could devour

Now he's out the projects, no longer a resident

Heard his father died and left him crazy dead presidents

Seen the brother yesterday, pulled up in a Beamer

Looked me up and down and said "are you still a primadonna?"

I said no, I'll get with you if you want me

You're looking kinda buttermilk biscuit, on the money

No need for him to sweat, 'cause you got my respect

He's living kinda greasy, yep he got himself correct

[Verse 2]

Jimmy was a stick, Toothpick is what they called him

Never combed his hair, which is why his mother balled him

Used to stick up kids going home from other schools

Till somebody beat him down, flipped his butt and changed the rules

He was back around the way being someone else's Joey

Because he was bald they named him Obi Wan Kenobi

He said yo Imo be a rap star one day

They said shut your yellow teeth get me a forty okay

Well slap me upside my head, there go Jimmy

And there go all them brothers sayin' gimme gimme gimme

I see him on the box almost every other day

Ricochet from the down and out, butter up today

He made it to the top, to this there was no misdemeanor

And on Jimmy's side, you know the grass was always greener

So hop, skip and jump for the twinkle, not a deadbeat

Because he knew exactly how to rock the greasy beats

[Verse 3]

Knew a kid cursed with the kiss of being bummy

Never got any play, didn't find it very funny

He looked so scary and his head going bald

Liked to give us all his number, but nobody ever called

His name was Vom Boogie 'cause he's always throwing up

Loved to drink himself sick, never thought he'd ever stop

Used to like to wear socks all the way up to his knees

And he kept tryna talk to my girl Bonita B.

I saw Bonita B. just a few moments ago

Riding round inside a Lexus, acting like she didn't know

Who I was standing there, that's alright 'cause she's a sucker

If he wasn't living greasy she wouldn't be with the brother

Count yourself lucky that you caught when you did

I might still talk to him regardless who he's with

'Cause he looking kinda butter, and I think he could please med

Because he's living way beyond fat, he's living greasy

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