J-Zone - Ms Platonic Part 2 Lyrics
HeheYeah yeah yeahReminiscin last year about Keisy, remember her?Came to my crib lookin for some platonic friendshipGave me the blue ballsaskin me for beats and shitNow she's sayin I can't get the draws offunless I spend some cash at the mall?!HahaBiaaaatch!OkayLet's go shoppin(Okay, no more Mr. Nice Guy)[ VERSE 1: J-Zone ]Last year, Kizzy with the d-cup braGave me blue balls, time for me to get rawI hear around town she still wants to be friendsAnd if I pay I might hit it - I'm thinkin revengeCause she left me all swoll in the ballsWorkin my wrist to Lucy Liu flicks and punchin holes in the wallsBut Kizzy don't know I got plansShe gotta pay for all the times she left me usin my handsFigure I coult take her to the motelIn the Poconos to bone after I spend a little endsI gotta trick for sex to get this plan offI gotta get a nut, and the kind that's hands offPick her up at 3 to go trick at the mallSpent a little cash, kept receipts for it allShe thinkin I'm rich, dumb *****, my shit ain't even barcodedShe'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 outCallin me a trick, I ain't tryin to go that routeShit gets returned after she gets burnedI buy her the dress but soon she'll learn(And I'm not givin this to you because I like you or anything like thatIt's just that...)[ HOOK: J-Zone ]Last year you gave me blue ballsBein a platonic friend(Sing that song)Now you think I'm crazy paidSo you wanna give me the skins(Sing that song)Spend my dough for nothinYou must be smokin crack(At the top of your lungs)Of course I'll buy the braceletBut after I hit it I'm takin it back(Biatch)[ VERSE 2: J-Zone ]I remember when I spent no loot, she ignored meBut now the cash register sound keeps her horny(I promise ya, you'll just stick with meand you're gonna drippin in mink and jewerly)But I hate gold-diggers, I'ma slay her then play herI'll have this chick screamin (***** you, you bastard) and I'll lay herBut there's a slight chance she might not bone?Dog, she's a 100 miles away, how the ***** is she gettin home?Oh-hahaha...(Are you ready to take your panties off?That's right, take off all your clothesGood, he)(Biatch)Now I hit her ( ? ) (Who's ***** is this?)Ironic seein Ms. Platonic down on ( ? ) kneesI had to pause, dog, you shoulda peeped my grillLaughin and passin out the sleepin pillsGased cause she thinkin that I'm about to pay herFrontin-ass ***** is knocked out an hour laterGather up the gear I just bought with the receipts and the tagsEven took the new shoes off her feet and her bagThink I would pay to get the ass like a idiot?I went back to Macy's and returned every bit of itLettin me jerk it off last year with some friendshipAnd only wanna bone when I spend shit100 miles away, I'm at the crib screenin my callsShe blowin up the voice mail (Stunt, call a taxi!)Laugh when I think of last year when the fish wasn't bitinNow the ***** is hitch-hikin(I wish someone would tell me what I've done to deserve this)
