Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Singing, artist - Ghetts.
Date of issue: 10.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Singing |
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 |