Lyrics Shea Butter - Pardison Fontaine

Shea Butter

I’m so stuck on what you got, I don’t notice what you lack
I don’t care about your ex, he’ll never get it back
And he better not call, that’s how niggas get attacked (Blah)
I said I’m light on my toes but I’m dark with the liquor (Yuh)
Long with the money but I’m short with the temper (Yuh)
Call me .40 Trey Songz, I go hard with the trigga (Yuh)
I’ma wipe your whole gang, shoot up all of its members (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Did a song with Cardi B (B), now Ne-Yo and Adele (Yeah)
You say that that’s your girl but she make it hard to tell (Ayy)
I used to rock FUBU (FUBU), now I wear Chanel
I might buy a turtleneck, I’m comin' out my shell (Ayy)
I want you, gotta have you, I don’t think you understand (You don’t)
I heard you when you told me you already got a man (So?)
That nigga probably love you but can’t fuck you like I can
You need a man in your pussy, not a pussy as your man (Ayy, woo)
And I’m black (Black) like the nigga that’s in Blade Runner
My bitch (Woo), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter
She bad (Bad), nigga, I can’t stay away from her
If she try to block me, get a new phone or change numbers (Yay)
Ain’t no pussy in the pen, I can’t do jail cells (Ayy)
La-ladies love a nigga, I’m the new LL (Ooh)
'Bout to run this whole shit, nigga, you can’t tell
I’ma «Hit 'Em Up Style», nigga, Blu Cantrell (Blah)