Top Songs By Tee Grizzley
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Rotem
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Rotem
Producer
Lyrics
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Ms. Evans, out of ten she like a seven
Teach English, High-school, grade eleven
Single as fuck, got a condo, drive Lexus
No kids, she make these niggas use protection
And she be teachin' class in some yoga pants
Ass fat, she know the young boys be on her ass
But they some babies to her, them boys ain't got a chance
One of the coolest teachers, everybody be in her class
Now let me tell you about the best friends Mike and Steph
They gon' be there for each other if ain't no one left
Copy each other homework, same answers every test
And they both like Ms. Evans, so them niggas made a bet
Steph like "You see how she be lookin' at me, boy she want me"
Mike like, "Nigga hell nah, she be on me"
Steph said, "She might let a nigga hit it low-key"
Mike replied, "If she do, I'm the one it's gon' be"
Steph like, "Bet nigga"
Mike said "Alright bet, if I hit her first bro don't be upset with me"
Mike confident like, "Bet I get the neck with it, bro this shit ain't new to me you know I got bitches"
Days later Mike see her, he like "Hey miss lady"
She like "Hey Mike"
He like "Damn you so thick baby"
She like "Boy go find somebody your own age crazy
There some girls in your class you wouldn't mind dating"
He like, "They young, they can't do what you can do
I'ma just be honest for a minute I've been wantin' you"
She like, "Mike, nah stop playing like that this ain't cool
You a kid you can't do shit for me but stay in school"
He came at a grown ass woman and got humbled up
Now he sitting at his desk quiet, looking dumb as fuck
He ain't got no hope left, he don't even wanna fuck
She done turnt him off, he tried to holla and she shut him up
Mike shot his shot and air-balled, Steph laughin'
Ain't gon' take the same route as Mike, so he plannin'
He gon' study her and use what can to his advantage
He on her 'Gram "Okay she like white wine and Salmon"
And she like workin' out, she be in the gym
On the weekend she at LA Fitness from eight to ten
His daddy got a Maybach, he gon' act like it's his
Pops outta town, so he got the keys to the Benz
Next day in school, Steph made his move
At lunchtime he made his way into her classroom
He like "Hey Ms. Evans you hungry? Brought you some food
I would've brought you some wine too, but that's against the rules"
She smilin', wish he would've broke the rules and brought the wine
But this will do for now and it's just them two for now
Other kids at lunch, he talking to her and blew her mind
He be on her 'Gram, so he already knew her vibe
End of the day, he held the door as she was walking out
She smiling like "You a gentlemen, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout"
She ain't even peep he had the Maybach in the parking lot
He ain't even trippin' though, tomorrow he gon' make it count
Next day he park next to her, she can't miss it now
Later on, he caught her leaving right when school was getting out
He hit the locks, she turn around "Oh that's how you livin' now"
He like "I got good credit, I get this shit with zero down"
She smilin' get in her car and as she pullin' out she realize
This the third time this week he made her smile
He ain't even immature, it's cool havin' him around
She get a little thought "If something happen, he won't run his mouth"
Writer(s): Jonathan Reuven Rotem, Terry Sanchez Wallace
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