He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas ’cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love ****ing with them heart breakers
But he was getting money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things, bald like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo and grams to sing-sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up North when they ratted
Anyway I felt him, helped him, put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that’s seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I’m Momma Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober
That’s top of the toppa, I never **** with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers, I’m in the zone
