"CRITIQUA" lyrics

Bitches love to critique
They just swear they unique
Holding me to your standards
History going to repeat
Bitches can't even see
Eyelash on fleek
You ain't talking to me
You must be talking to
These niggas
Show my ass on the beat
Know the answers they cheat
Ain't a damn thing discreet
The name Junglepussy
They can't entangle with me
Think everything string theory
Who you going to blame
Play that banjo baby

Ain't a damn thing
A man think going drive me crazy
I'll be damned near the sands
So wet so wavy
These words for your neck
Don't stress me baby
And you deserve what you get
That tongue audacious
I learned from the best
You just heard 'bout they shit
Earned my respect held down the day shift
Pregnant with Success and you know what
They did trying to test something so sacred
They can't assess nothing I'm saying

Bigging my chest you pressed
To kiss my lips blowing the sess
Lower the technology
Golly I just want the knowledge not the D
Don't project your problems on top of me
Don't you wanna be
Don't you just wanna be
Off the web off the death off the tree
To the left its a dub hit the streets
To my next to my blessings
My peace