Jellyfish ft. Cappadonna, Shawn Wigs, Trife
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Aiyo, here's a little story, ghetto love situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big ass, big brains, and straight out the hood
Yo, aiyo, I woke up in the morning, took a stretch and a yawn
Had a two o'clock appointment with this girl named Dawn
She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong
Right before she went to rest she had me singing this song
She must be a special lady, and a very exciting girl
I don't know, she had the high-low switching
See her in the club, you hear other chicks bitching
But Dawn is quick to bust a bitch ass and shit
Shit she did twelve months over a ratchet
Not no crab shit, got bagged with the mack taxi cab shit
Clip was hanging out her panties with nowhere to stash it
It was classic, nowadays she's laid back, helping me perfect my rap
Only pink and smoked salmon when she feed her cat
White furry thing, diamond cut like Johnny Lat's collar attached
Licking glass bowls in her cat clothes, cost crazy stacks
Finicky thing, her kitten drink Pola Spring, take naps
Near her jewelry box she play with all the rings
And when she step out the tub it's like a ill flick
Caramel skin, Bath and Body Works leave the whole room lit
Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode
Painting her toes on the bed slow, watching me
Versace robe on her body, peep, sipping Asti
She a perfect ten in my wildest dreams, Dawn
Aiyo, she gotta be gone, I'm waiting for my sweet strawberry
Pecan Rican LaShawn, holding my taffy down when I'm gone
Three fourths of her body always covered in clothes
That's why I'm eating her candy and sucking them toes
Sweet sexy LaShawn, she got a body like
What's going on, on some Marvin Gaye shit like
Let's get it on, sugar, let's get it on
Aiyo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood
I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cooking for me
She stash me out when the feds come looking for me
I'm not cheating on her or beating on her, I spend the weekend on her
We on the block when the bills start creeping on us
She right there when it gets sticky, street shit
Politics of the Vicki's, in the fly Aviator, the color of sky
Guard on the side, Indian chick with the cat eyes
Mad respect with the fat thighs, bust her guns for the revolution
But straight leave her if she prostituting
Yo, my girl's the bomb, intelligent mind, sky blue Louis Vuitton
Leg muscles, deep dimples, body is soft
She smell fresh like a newborn, pretty feet
Petite ass, nice shoes on, the sunshine for my quiet storm
Keeping the food warm when I'm gone, it won't be long
'Til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan Rican LaShawn
Hit me up, baby girl, P.S. Cappadon
Aiyo, aiyo, I woke up in the morning, still drunk off the Henn
Had a three o'clock appointment with this girl named Jen
You know Jen from 110th, she push the Lex Coupe
Part time fashion designer, she work for Jet Blue
Pretty young thing with a body like Vita
Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes, look struck like a diva
Libra sign, fine, blow minds like dimes in a cheeba
She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up
Miss Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column
Roll dick in damn lovely, even if I'm holding condoms
Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
Throwing that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip
Latin descent, velour suit with the camel toe print
Peppermint, sheer panties with the garter belt clips
Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh
Even at my loneliest times you know that Jen'll ride
Whether Jen, Dawn or LaShawn, it's the same situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big ass, big brains, and straight out the hood