(Esqxr)
She was sweet as a Saturday morning with some buttermilk pancakes
I wonder if she even knew that I was in her fanbase
I could never take my eyes off her landscape
her booty was as firm as my handshake
And we had been friends for the past month
Even smoked grass blunts over at her crib she was mad fun
And it would be three hour convo if she was calling
It was a trip you can tell that I was falling
For this pretty young one in a million jawn
And I wanna taste what she be on,
maybe give her that really long john
she said she was from Mont Tremblant
her favorite soup was won ton
so let your boy cook
and let your boy make sure that you looked after
cause you always looked past my past and many flaws
so tell me doll what’s a nigga gotta do to be sincerely yours
*
so baby let me know if you want to
(baby you already know I gotta have it)
cause baby I know you know I want you
(baby you already know you got the magic)
(Zain)
sometimes I wanna sing sometimes I wanna rap
talk about my mindframe that your frame putting me at
we ain't nookied in fact
we stay down committed
in spite the bullshit that accompanies the distance
but we on just like my favorite song
on like the light in the night when we gone
On like you Don Corleone
My God you got the power to make me go beyond
the norm, I'm doing things that I don't condone
like listening to your tone and waiting till you come home
and on
man we communicating strong
toppling every tsuris
we the purest in the form
you alluring to the charm (uh, uh ,uh huh)
if I get you in my arms, ain't nothing gonna go wrong
ain't trusted in so long so it's gonna take a minute
but i'm with it so forget it
lets just vibe with the rhythm