There’s always something better.” “If you had a reservation somewhere and then a table at Per Se opened up, you’d want to go there,” Alex offers.“Guys view everything as a competition,” he elaborates with his deep, reassuring voice. ” With these dating apps, he says, “you’re always sort of prowling.
You could talk to two or three girls at a bar and pick the best one, or you can swipe a couple hundred people a day—the sample size is so much larger. Crew; senior at Parsons; junior at Pace; works in finance …
[Produced by Terrace Martin] [Intro: Darlene Tibbs] Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga I don't know why you trying to go big, nigga, you ain't shit Walking around like you God's gift to Earth, nigga, you ain't shit You ain't even buy me no outfit for the fourth I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty-eight inch, you playin' I shouldn't be fuckin' with you anyway I need a baller-ass, boss-ass nigga You's a off-brand-ass nigga, everybody know it Your homies know it, everybody fuckin' know Fuck you, nigga, don't call me no more You won't know, you gonna lose on a good bitch My other nigga is on, you off What the fuck is really going on?
[Verse] This dick ain't free You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt Like I never made ends meet Eatin' your leftovers and raw meat This dick ain't free Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary Celery, tellin' me green is all I need Evidently all I seen was Spam and raw sardines This dick ain't free, I mean, baby You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes Without a Mercedes Benz and twenty-four inch rims Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents?
Hell fuckin' naw, this dick ain't free I need forty acres and a mule Not a forty ounce and a pit bull Bullshit, matador, matador Had the door knockin', let 'em in, who's that?