"I Can Tell From The Front"

Prod. @OlderAlen Lyrics: I can tell from the front that you're perfect All those layers on like parfait Your voice is something like a mermaid And if you turned around, I bet you got something to work with Baby I'll eat that pussy like some jerky I bet I'll take it down by the 3rd date I know you're kinda tired from your working But we all got jobs, you gotta learn this Where you been all my life baby I've been on a strike from that demon pussy lately They say I have bad taste in women But that's not like me It's just a lot of hos like me It's like I strike em with lightning It's like it's in my piping I can tell from a top level analysis that you could be my wifey I'm just trying to give a little background, a little lighting Don't fight me I'm a nice man, don't bite me I'm a left brain and a righty Like a chess game and then fighting I can tell from the front that you're fine shyt You want to play hide-n-seek, you know I'm gon find it If a tree falls in the woods, I'm pining Split the bill when we're dining Shut the fuck up with your whining I did my ex's so good, they self-retarded themselves I swear to God, they were smart, and then they departed themselves Like it's in their cells Like they heard I was in a cell and then they ran like hell Baby I'm in good health with a good smell I don't know if you could tell I like my chances, heads or tails And you never posted bail but oh well Just goes to show yall are all smells, you're all fails You all stabbed me in the back and ran with your coat tails I can tell from the front that you got ass Oh baby, spin around, show me you got that You proved that's your only worth, yea I got that You're all hos flipping magic tricks with your top hats I can tell from the front that you got some I heard you got a lot of diss tracks, let me hear you drop one Or are you just another passenger princess with a fake shotgun Yea and then we eat all up, potluck The scammers got to you, didn't they, I can tell From the way you can't make eye contact I can tell they rang your bell Now you got fucked by a fascist n you gotta live with that But he's fascist, so you got his back, and I guess that's that I can tell from the front you could be perfect I wouldn't have you in any other version And no and I don't need you to be a virgin I know you've probably been with a lot of derpees Baby I'll eat it up like some curry I need every last drop like a Slurpee We'll go up and down like a burpee Baby I'll show you ecstasy, don't worry I need a new batch, I need a new group I need a new catch, I need a new loop Where the women at that don't droop I've been eating my fruit like I'm supposed to do Or are you all just prostitutes