She walks like every surface is a catwalk
Curses during sex, Minimal slang… Little raptalk
That’s my dame,
Say her name
And the men gawk
That’s my dame,
Say her name
And the men Hawk
In her frames she looks sexy, shades or prescription
Reads a lot of Zane and other non-Fiction
Part interior decorator, when we go shoppin
Z Gallerie and West Elm is not shockin’
She likes to go dancin. so she’s out with her females
I don’t like to go dancing so I wait and get the details
Man I’m so secure, cuz she knows if she cheats
I’m not fightin, no yellin’ I cut ties, hit the streets
My baby goes from Prada to Nikes within Seconds
And sometimes keeps the Enzo’s on when we’re sexin’
She shows affection She’ll even order the fight
When I don’t ask or forget that it comes on that night
I’m a picky eater but the woman doesn’t complain
Cuz she’s picky too, we just don’t eat the same things
Still don’t know her name, couldn’t be sure of the State
But I’ll stay single cuz she’s more than worth the wait
