B My B

Ayo what's up man
It's your boy Sixth
Back in the studio
My voice still raspy than a mufucka
But I'm still in here
Wassup baby
Take me out to dinner

Aye
Take it slow
That's my motto though
Once I get your 7 digits
Like the lotto girl
Then we start exchanging texts
Girl you aught to know
I ain't never been a baller
With a lot of dough
But I feel rich when I'm witcha baby
That's your niche get the picture baby
You probably think I'm crazy
But I feel that you're just amazing
'Cause you know how to dress and
You always wearing fresh shit
Black hair brown eyes with the red lips
'Bout to cuff you up right get arrested
Oh lawd in the name of the law
No I ain't never saw no girl with no flaws
Make my jaw go down to the floor
But here you are though in front of me
You got me thinking you're the one for me
And I'm just hoping you don't run from me
I'm just hoping you don't run

Your smile
That glare in your eyes
The scent from your hair
That you leave in the air when you walk on by
I swear that you rocking my world
Is it rockabye?
Baby girl I was wondering if I
Could maybe stir
A couple of your thoughts
It's crazy sure
But is it immature
If we're a couple of my thoughts
I just share what is on my mind
What's a dime to a dime a dozen
What's a diamond to a dime
Ain't a time I wasn't
Thinking 'bout you
Your design is bussin
You're finer than your fine cousin
And your cousins fine
But I ain't on the mic reciting rhymes for her
I just love your aura
Or I love your whole persona
I get a feeling of euphoria
'Cause you are adorable
Like Lisa Mona
A classic piece of
Art's what you are to me
You're the air in my lungs
You're the blood in my Arteries
You're the reason that I daydream
The reason that I can't sleep
You drive me crazy
Be my Bey I'll be your Jay-Z



Credits
Writer(s): Salvador Lopez
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