"Single File Line" lyrics
(Royal House on the beat)
Single file line, this for all the single ladies
Purse full of singles, told me that she's single for a reason
Say when she give it up, niggas don't know how to act
Love doing her, hate when niggas breathing down her back
Working two steady jobs so she got her own money
Just paid out of pocket, sent her daughter off to homecoming
Career woman, college grad from Virginia Beach
Long hair, fat ass with some pretty feet
Dead gang said she usually on the Yellside
Head made me wanna buy her Gucci and Chanel slides
Waist snatched, fresh wax, YSL pumps
Face beat, kept her hair and her nails done
Love her shrimp fried hard, steaks well done
Say "Good pussy ain't for free" but she don't sell none
Ain't even brought the cash with her 'cause her bag different
Her hanging out is why she split up with her last nigga
She brag different, strut around with all that ass twitchin'
Late night stripper, early morning practician
Half mixed with a touch of class, saved by the bell
Me, I'm the type who's never present when the bell rung
Said all these niggas broke in real life, be catfishin'
Behind the scenes, bet these niggas be some real bums
Always play in the background like they ad-libbin'
Say "Good pussy ain't for free" but she don't sell none
French tips, new polish, lookin' like somebody wife
Putting on some happy weight, she been loving life
Thicker than a Snicker if you seent her in a gown
Golden arch in her back, love to see me smile
Wish she could live in my lap, told me she love it here
House and car paid off, what I love to hear
Another nigga leaving her biggest of all fears
One time she came to me crying crocodile tears
Other than that, it's mostly all cheers
So every time she kick it with me, I be all ears
You know you sexy on that pole in the Shay club
Before she met me, said she never really made love
Told her that's what they all say but one thing that they can't is
They had me wrapped around their finger like a ace bandage
So if you really love a nigga then let's hit the road
Life of the Jackson, welcome to another episode
Single file line, this for all the single ladies
Purse full of singles, told me that she's single for a reason
Say when she give it up, niggas don't know how to act
Love doing her, hate when niggas breathing down her back
Working two steady jobs so she got her own money
Just paid out of pocket, sent her daughter off to homecoming
Career woman, college grad from Virginia Beach
Long hair, fat ass with some pretty feet
Dead gang said she usually on the Yellside
Head made me wanna buy her Gucci and Chanel slides
Waist snatched, fresh wax, YSL pumps
Face beat, kept her hair and her nails done
Love her shrimp fried hard, steaks well done
Say "Good pussy ain't for free" but she don't sell none
Ain't even brought the cash with her 'cause her bag different
Her hanging out is why she split up with her last nigga
She brag different, strut around with all that ass twitchin'
Late night stripper, early morning practician
Half mixed with a touch of class, saved by the bell
Me, I'm the type who's never present when the bell rung
Said all these niggas broke in real life, be catfishin'
Behind the scenes, bet these niggas be some real bums
Always play in the background like they ad-libbin'
Say "Good pussy ain't for free" but she don't sell none
French tips, new polish, lookin' like somebody wife
Putting on some happy weight, she been loving life
Thicker than a Snicker if you seent her in a gown
Golden arch in her back, love to see me smile
Wish she could live in my lap, told me she love it here
House and car paid off, what I love to hear
Another nigga leaving her biggest of all fears
One time she came to me crying crocodile tears
Other than that, it's mostly all cheers
So every time she kick it with me, I be all ears
You know you sexy on that pole in the Shay club
Before she met me, said she never really made love
Told her that's what they all say but one thing that they can't is
They had me wrapped around their finger like a ace bandage
So if you really love a nigga then let's hit the road
Life of the Jackson, welcome to another episode
Writer(s): Boldy James, Roger Goodman
