Ms. Platonic Part 2

Hehe

Yeah yeah yeah

Reminiscin last year about Keisy, remember her?

Came to my crib lookin for some platonic friendship

Gave me the blue balls

askin me for beats and shit

Now she's sayin I can't get the draws off

unless I spend some cash at the mall?!

Haha

Biaaaatch!

Okay

Let's go shoppin

(Okay, no more Mr. Nice Guy)

[ VERSE 1: J-Zone ]

Last year, Kizzy with the d-cup bra

Gave me blue balls, time for me to get raw

I hear around town she still wants to be friends

And if I pay I might hit it - I'm thinkin revenge

Cause she left me all swoll in the balls

Workin my wrist to Lucy Liu flicks and punchin holes in the walls

But Kizzy don't know I got plans

She gotta pay for all the times she left me usin my hands

Figure I coult take her to the motel

In the Poconos to bone after I spend a little ends

I gotta trick for sex to get this plan off

I gotta get a nut, and the kind that's hands off

Pick her up at 3 to go trick at the mall

Spent a little cash, kept receipts for it all

She thinkin I'm rich, dumb bitch, my shit ain't even barcoded

She's gold-diggin too hard to notice

(Let me have $50 for a brand new dress)

Haha baby, no doubt, cause I'm finna tear your back out

Callin me a trick, I ain't tryin to go that route

Shit gets returned after she gets burned

I buy her the dress but soon she'll learn

(And I'm not givin this to you because I like you or anything like that

It's just that...)

[ HOOK: J-Zone ]

Last year you gave me blue balls

Bein a platonic friend

(Sing that song)

Now you think I'm crazy paid

So you wanna give me the skins

(Sing that song)

Spend my dough for nothin

You must be smokin crack

(At the top of your lungs)

Of course I'll buy the bracelet

But after I hit it I'm takin it back

(Biatch)

[ VERSE 2: J-Zone ]

I remember when I spent no loot, she ignored me

But now the cash register sound keeps her horny

(I promise ya, you'll just stick with me

and you're gonna drippin in mink and jewerly)

But I hate gold-diggers, I'ma slay her then play her

I'll have this chick screamin (Fuck you, you bastard) and I'll lay her

But there's a slight chance she might not bone?

Dog, she's a 100 miles away, how the fuck is she gettin home?

Oh-hahaha...

(Are you ready to take your panties off?

That's right, take off all your clothes

Good, he)

(Biatch)

Now I hit her ( ? ) (Who's pussy is this?)

Ironic seein Ms. Platonic down on ( ? ) knees

I had to pause, dog, you shoulda peeped my grill

Laughin and passin out the sleepin pills

Gased cause she thinkin that I'm about to pay her

Frontin-ass bitch is knocked out an hour later

Gather up the gear I just bought with the receipts and the tags

Even took the new shoes off her feet and her bag

Think I would pay to get the ass like a idiot?

I went back to Macy's and returned every bit of it

Lettin me jerk it off last year with some friendship

And only wanna bone when I spend shit

100 miles away, I'm at the crib screenin my calls

She blowin up the voice mail (Stunt, call a taxi!)

Laugh when I think of last year when the fish wasn't bitin

Now the bitch is hitch-hikin

(I wish someone would tell me what I've done to deserve this)