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Baby I’m not gon hold you, I need you bad on some Jazz s**t
I mean I’m plotting and scheming, dreaming like I ain’t never had s**t.
S**t I won’t lie stepping to n****s is not one of my habits, but you so righteous I cannot let you go out sad with a sad b***h.
I feel like you deserve a bad b***h far from average, quiet savage, don’t give af about no beef cause she too busy with some cabbage. I mean shorty can get erratic when it comes to the static but she rather play it cool, she never f****d with cinematics.
Shorty ill, mad real, beautiful mind, fierce will & there’s no word that’s been invented on how she make a n***a feel. Have a n***a riding high like he just popped a couple pills, the way she lay n***a down, the sex appeal is so trill. Baby motivate her man to stay about the dollar bills and rise above the common s**t she know can keep a n***a still.
Bout her man and her money, never running in them streets. Love suffused to fingertips you can feel it when she reach, mama got the gift of gab yeah baby slick up in the speech, she make a n***a drop his s**t like 90’s hoochies to R&B. Shorty vibe so Erykah, she can be a n***a peace or bring wrath to n***a that can’t respect a woman’s G
Electric aura, mind free, walk mean, talk sweet she give two worlds, a gorgeous girl with OG mentality
Now I know you probably thinking “Here we go, another speech. Shorties mack & but that’s never who they turn out to be. Wanna show me something ma? Give me something new to see.”
Say less, I told you so now I’ll show you why you deserve to walk with me.
