Verbinh
09-12-06, 07:46 PM
There’s this girl in my class that I’ve been wanting to holler at for a quick minute now, but like the bathrooms with the walls separating toilets… I be STALLING. So I wrote this Fabolous flow for her, and hopefully she’ll know what I’m about.
Dear E.S.,
Ma The fact is…
The way you make macaroni…reminds me of that Cheesy Mac shiit
But I’ll forgive you cuz you a dime chick with some really stacked tits
I remember when a girl tried to chat with me,
You walked up to her and gave the breezy a back fist.
OH!
You be stressing when I’m in the studio spitting these rhymes & multi-syllables
But you know that when I’m done, that I’ll find some time to chill with chu
Sexing is the best, cuz when you climax from some head, the slime spill like gooey spooge
And you get off from the basics, like when I eat you out; you get a spine chill that feels new to you.
Those funny faces that you make when I blow your back out, your eyes show thrills, so beautiful.
Right ma’?
But I hate going out with you cuz you criticize like, “Why you Pop Your Collar for?”
Or the fact that when I kick it with my boys and that I’m the one to holler more.
So the cure for your blues is when I take you to the plaza and let you splurge at dollar stores…
OH!!!
You’re friends be thinking your crazy
Cuz I was once a scrub that made you my lady
Or that I ain’t ballin’ like their boos, cuz they be rollin’ Mercedes
But they slow to catch up on our romance like an eye that’s lazy
Should I smack your home girl’s for being dumb?
Then the answer’s like “MAYBE!”
OH!
People always chastise cuz I enjoy being at the gym, like “he’s just a meat guy!”
It nothing new when people hate cuz they see that B’s tight
And your girls be jealous cuz I got you some panties that say, “Be My BEE-AYE-BEE-WHY”
In other words it’s apparent; they just mad cuz none them get to see my skeet fly.
But you baby doll.
DUDDA DUDDA, DUDDA DUDDA DUDDA DAMN!!!
I hate writing about love because it's so farfetched for me at the moment. Maybe one day, when i do get lucky... i'll find her.
Peace.
Dear E.S.,
Ma The fact is…
The way you make macaroni…reminds me of that Cheesy Mac shiit
But I’ll forgive you cuz you a dime chick with some really stacked tits
I remember when a girl tried to chat with me,
You walked up to her and gave the breezy a back fist.
OH!
You be stressing when I’m in the studio spitting these rhymes & multi-syllables
But you know that when I’m done, that I’ll find some time to chill with chu
Sexing is the best, cuz when you climax from some head, the slime spill like gooey spooge
And you get off from the basics, like when I eat you out; you get a spine chill that feels new to you.
Those funny faces that you make when I blow your back out, your eyes show thrills, so beautiful.
Right ma’?
But I hate going out with you cuz you criticize like, “Why you Pop Your Collar for?”
Or the fact that when I kick it with my boys and that I’m the one to holler more.
So the cure for your blues is when I take you to the plaza and let you splurge at dollar stores…
OH!!!
You’re friends be thinking your crazy
Cuz I was once a scrub that made you my lady
Or that I ain’t ballin’ like their boos, cuz they be rollin’ Mercedes
But they slow to catch up on our romance like an eye that’s lazy
Should I smack your home girl’s for being dumb?
Then the answer’s like “MAYBE!”
OH!
People always chastise cuz I enjoy being at the gym, like “he’s just a meat guy!”
It nothing new when people hate cuz they see that B’s tight
And your girls be jealous cuz I got you some panties that say, “Be My BEE-AYE-BEE-WHY”
In other words it’s apparent; they just mad cuz none them get to see my skeet fly.
But you baby doll.
DUDDA DUDDA, DUDDA DUDDA DUDDA DAMN!!!
I hate writing about love because it's so farfetched for me at the moment. Maybe one day, when i do get lucky... i'll find her.
Peace.