Poetic justice(Post coming soon)

Young East African Girlyou too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland

I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you’re gonna need someone
When you figure out it’s all right here in the city
And you don’t run from where we come from

That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move

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