Maybe lady luscious oba kaybee so they say thee
Baby my darlin' you make me loose composure
'Cause you're the sweetest thing on my head and
Fragments of a million me
Hello, I'm the man that God made you for
And thank her for spending time with your daddy
The very thought of has got me runnin' at the speed of love
Or was it a pack of now laters
Explorin' everythin' about you from the ground to the God above
And I like then red hot fila straight from Walters off the chain
Like plug sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies
A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed
I don't know but, it seem like uh
Where, I had to give your mama a call
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin'
Hanky panky, where did you get your gold grill 'cause it's bangin'
I could almost taste outer space
Slum beautiful, drivin' I plum crazy
And will work every last muscle off in your body like Billy Blanky
Forever gonna be so fun
I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too
I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son
For all its worth, girl what's your frequency
'Cause you push a big black buick, so fresh, so clean on them trues
Slum beautiful, drivin' I plum crazy
And can I come there frequently?
Fuck them bouige bitches they don't know nothin 'bout you
You're lookin' deliciously divine darlin' you really and truly do
Your daddy must have gave you
Suddenly I started dreamin', travelin' in time so fast
And once I done had some cuervo 'bout six shots I'm nothin to play wit
Scattered across the floor to a certain degree
Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you
What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers
Love to every molecule of you and if you want to
Slum beautiful you's the would to me, shawty I dig ya
I'd like to say that I'd love to make
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin'
Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion
Slum beautiful, drivin' I plum crazy
Ounce of killa dilla, be makin' my game more flagrant
You my nigga, nigga
An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like tony Mercedes
Profound don't you think?, Okay let's put this poetry in motion
They don't know, but I do though
And I'm lovin' the way them Jordache got a bear hug on your figure
And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin'
