Dysfunctional

You never get stressed you like fuck it and you don't care for my diamond studded

Your life is so bugged out and I love it you're so dysfunctional so dysfunctional

Police always at your house your mama always kick your daddy out

But you my love without a shadow of a doubt your're so dysfunctional so dysfunctional

I like the way your wear all your clothes too little big titties nice booty with the tummy in the middle

Your grandma ain't but you know what you talking about i like the way you shakin the room when you walking out

You wear a wig when your hair ain't tighta little mini pony tail if your wig ain't right

When I feel all alone I can call your home and your little nephew is breathing all hard on the phone

We can barely talk keep telling me hold on call em

I come over sometimes your parents fight your brother came out to talk the other night

Your sister well she a dancer you say but I ain't never ever seen her actin ballet

So I stepped out the room

Your brother sell weed and make beats he always giving me a taste of what he sell on the streets blueberry watermelon chocolate and some others I don't even smoke he wish I was his brother

When I'm sitting on the couch your pops talkin me to death two feet away with crown royal on his breath

Glass after glass I keep gettin harassed til he pass the fuck out alone at last

When we out on the town you never fail to look another chick up and down

You always look back all furiously Whether it's me your moms or mall security

You never back fight never steal never lie but you will drink a fifth and get real high

You act all loud and obnoxious at a restaurant your new outfit trying to flaunt actin non chalant

Give me the respect that I give to you even cover your boyfriends name tattoo

And the bedroom game border on taboo bring your girlfriend thru when you want more than 2

Your moms cook for me every second sunday hopin that I'm gonna pop the question one day

And I just might cause you're just my type cause you aint on that bougie ladidadi hype

Promise street sense with a little bit of book never stare at another **** scared to take a look

You a monster in the kitchen a microwave wizard can mix a good drink have me sippin on a sizzurp

Steal money from your daddy to pay the light bill cause he'll spend it on liquor or buy some more pills

I rather have than any other woman even when the sheriff come through servin a summons