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 gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball 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 ***** then lick it off of his fingers
I didn't say it wasn't going to be a single. I said it's false hope since there is no confirmation.
