I’m being real I can barley handle two women at a time Notta player but Deres a lotta Fine women in my life So fine, so sharp, Ladies cuttin’ me like a knife Got me bleeding, and dreaming baby Dat ain’t nice Slide over to da Boi, baby Let me melt UR ice If U gotta man ‘N’ think its wrong den lemme make it right I’m not a preacher baby Just giving u advice If U really want a bad boy Just holla iight
Reason for writing:
I was told it sounded more like rap, anyways its number 12 of how much i've posted under the name Jaired. I want to try make it to twenty
Birth sign: Aries
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