What sup MoMa I get it popping The way you walk The way you talk I look your eyes 😍 You are perfect ten Look at clock I'm taking my time I'm make you mine you grabbing the sheet I'm pulling your hair You screaming my name I'm doing thing I'm running the street grinding in her teeth We Up all night U spit on the mic I don't want to fight Tina Turner I want to fuck you like Ike You ride me like a huffy bike Suck my soul like Annabelle You hanging on my apple tree You spit it out like a apple seed I take you to Applebee's At the end of the night You going to marry me I got beef you going to ride with me If I leave you you going to cry for me Tell me the truth don't lie to me Like a pistol you on the side of me You told me you would die for me You never had eyes for me I seen you with another guy I want of die Suicide I turn this s*** to a homicide I spinning the block Now I know I got to let you go I'm feeling my chest heart attack sketch out I got to move on I'm piss off not looking back I walked away I don't want to fight Even in darkness I see the light I don't want fight