It was worth
It was all worth it
I took a picture and it came out perfect
It's like I ain't come from the game no I birthed it
This comes natural and no I ain't learn it
I got stanzas
I got stanzas
Every time I do this it like you're reading the Miranda
They listening but their mouth is running so they can't understand ya
I am in motion to do everything that I plan ta
And something that is not apart of that is a wife
If I put it in this stanza then I put it on my life
Jordans not Nikes
I love them a lot you think they are over priced
I just sit and wish things would happen over night
Up in the club trying hard not to get into a fight
Caribbean girl
Caribbean girl
With your extra long curly hair and big ol booty
With all the pro black pro females reading telling folks you ain't no groupie
But every time I'm on the mic you telling folks you knew me
And how my personality is colorful like a sweater made by coogie
And you know how I like when you call me Jody
I'm over your house like all the time
But when I get there you knowing all is mines
Now you just happy I put you in a rhyme
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