Baby, may we, go on that nice date. You been fucking wit’ ‘em fo’ so long and he ‘bout that ice, mate. Mother fuckers put a price on ya like the bill fo’ the plate. Lemme cut you my own slice, what you need is spice, fo’ real you ate not so great wit’ this other sucka dude. He pick you up late, only wanna dick you down straight, rude. He wanna see that nude, glued only to his eye food. Leave ya to grieve, tears down ya sleeve, so yo why feud. Wit’ em after all, we could be having laughter y’all. Have that loser abuser fall, c'mon let’s go to the mall. Bringing money but it funny cause this time is priceless. How nice this is, my honey, we keep our days sunny.
Yeah, you could be mine if you truly wanted. We would be fine, wine and dine as we newly flaunted. Our bond, wit’ power fond, lovers. As a new day dawned, it spawned, up out the covers. A good morning text, next up I hope we be sharing. Same room, watch the game bloom, as for the non caring. Sucka fucka he fume knowing he had his shot. We ain’t kids no mo’, we growing and I’m glad this hot. Beauty is my companion, it doesn’t even matter that her bootie bigger than the mother fuckin' Grand Canyon. I flatter her platter when I land outstandin’. Manners, our dating rating Hall Of Fame, raise the banners.
