Under the Hood lyrics

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Hit with a dilemma
A dip with an umbrella at my cellar
Let her in quick, the medicine sip, whatever
I'm clever on some accapella sh*t, that's my main strength
But never been too bad, as well, uh, at this gettin brains thing
I think the light's dim
Not the type to fight gin
And bent like, psyched to hit the bed and strike skins
Right then the phone ringin, but left it-
Blowing in the night
Like the west wind crescent
My preference is a heavy snare yes, instead
Of some soft sh*t
Got a sweaty pair of breath mints
The stars be glowing, We spark weed, holdin
Hands and, uh
Gold be the cardio and stamina
Top physical condition when I'm kissin
Switchin' my footwork, I cook birds chicken
She took off my cardigan, she told me start again
I'm gettin more bad b*tches than Mad
Martigan
With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes
I rock no-brand sandals
I'm dealing with fans, you're dealin with man-hoes
It's romance - and more porn than Sancho
I never snuff lights
And Havin' rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right?
Touch ice, but my blood warm
Snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk
It's a f*ck-storm
And some more couldn't hurt
Mix up love and war like porn, rum and Pepsi One for a
Skirt
Yikes, but I just wanna get done nicely - and
Yo girl your skirt's what entice me