Uh Camo shorts and bubble Kush 

We can talk she'd rather fuss 

This and that bout such and such 

Damn where is the f-cking trust 

I'm tired of the hoop and holler'n 

I'm bout to take the coupe to collins 

Uh then take a female to the Island 

Uh then take her clothes off and do the honours 

Yeah now she hearing with them other b-tches 

Yeah I told her mind her f-cking business 

Sh-t she prol out here f-cking n-ggas 

I'm f-cking her friends now her friends aint even f-cking with her 

Damn she text me all day and night 

So pissed off she aint even spelling sh-t right 

I text her back tell her it's life 

Now somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night 



[Chorus]

Yeah I'm single 

N-gga had to cancel that b-tch like nino 

I aint trippin on nothin 

I'm sipping on somethin 

And my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me 

And I'm single 

Yeah I'm single 

And I'm single 

Tonite I'm single

And I aint trippin on nothin 

I'm sipping on somethin 

And my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me 

Tonite 



[Verse 2]

Dreads braided to the back 

I'm chilling but my swag on full attack 

And my girl acting like a brat 

So when she call I don't answer I just write her back 

She hate it when I do that sh-t 

And I when get home she go through my sh-t 

She call numbers back to see who that is 

Man I hate it when she do that sh-t 

Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com

Polo t-shirt polo draws 

Now make me take this polo off 

Girl you can get broken off 

Yeah I f-ck you for an hour than I smoke it off 

Swimming trunks and bathing suits 

They go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth 

Don't wanna fuss aint tryna fight 

Man somebody tell em hoes I'm single for the night 



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Uhh now she got on her f-ck em dress 

And I got on my double breast 

Uh and he been fussing all day with her 

And I make her feel special like a place kicker 

She wanna be weezy f baby sitter 

Say she wish she could cut my d-ck off and take it with her 

I say hold on 

She say she just playing 

Then I falls in that p-ssy like quick sand 

Uh hot sex and cold wine 

She left that n-gga hanging like a clothes line 

I cut my phones off both lines 

It's bout to get nasty pork rinds 

She came hard both times 

We both say we single 

And we both lying 

We both wrong but it feel right 

Put your hands up if you single for the night 

Put your hands up if you single 



[Chorus]

[End]
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