Females Welcome Lyrics - The Greenhouse Effect Vol. 2 - Asher Roth

Hold on, did you see the Farrah Abraham porno yet? 

Yo, I'm glad that's not my girlfriend, man, I'll tell you that much 

My smart bitch is my main hoe 

My smart bitch is my main hoe 

No more, no more 

My smart bitch is my main hoe 

No more, no more 

Where those females at? The ones that never got below a B in class 

Down to smoke some chronic, but she know she don't be needing that 

Feeding facts, knitting, re-reading The Great Gatsby 

Fights with Bill Simmons and differs with Bill Plaschke 

Snacks be flax seed, almonds, and soy milk 

But could dominate a Big Mac, no napkin, won't spill 

Takes naps and chills, uses emojis and Nutella 

Listens to good music, but didn't go to Coachella 

No, nope, never got Talking Head tickets 

Vinyl of Art Tatum, knows lyrics to Big K.R.I.T. 

On some country shit, southern comfort shit, getting drunk and shit 

Dancing on the tables, having fun and feeling wonderful 

Don't want to be a player, she's requesting Big Punisher 

Didn't wanna say it, but I think that I'm in love with her 

Couple more sangrias and I'll want to put a son in her 

Wolfgang Amadeus, better play it when I cum in her 

Brain it be the greatest, though she doesn't play sports 

When she picked her favorite player, she said it was Frank Gore 

Bakes and makes sports, can play like eight chords 

'Cause her parents made her take piano lessons until fourteen 

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Now my smart bitch is my main hoe 

'Cause them lame hoes, ain't feeling them no more 

No more, no more, no more 

No more, no more, no more 

Now my smart bitch is my main hoe 

'Cause them lame hoes, ain't feeling them no more 

No more, no more, no more 

No more, no more, no more 

No more, no more, no more 

No more, no more, no more 

She popping molly, just wants to party 

Don't know that the shit's for the lost and gotti 

Like Zach Denardi 'cause she likes attention 

But I bet one day need an intervention 

For the drugs and sex, girl's a mess 

Better know when to slow, keep your hoes in check 

Keep your head on your shoulders and don't forget 

That sloppy bitches get no respect 

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Why don't you know? 

Take it slow 

Work it hard 

Take it far 

Why don't you know? 

Take it slow 

Work it hard 

Take it far 

Boy, I can see it in your face 

You're all over the place 

Can you stand up straight for me, yeah 

Getting back on track if you want me back 

Do the sweet talk 

Do the sweet talk 

Now my smart bitch is my main hoe 

'Cause them lame hoes, ain't feeling them no more 

No more, no more, no more 

No more, no more, no more 

Now my smart bitch is my main hoe 

'Cause them lame hoes, ain't feeling them no more 

No more, no more, no more 

No more, no more, no more 

No more, no more, no more 

No more, no more, no more 

Why don't you know? 

Take it slow 

Work it hard 

Take it far 

Why don't you know? 

Take it slow 

Work it hard 

Take it far