Keeping It

Came to see you.

You know, I was walking your mama out shopping and stuff.

I wanted to holler at you.

Well, yeah, I'm here to see what you want to talk about.

Oh.

You.

What you want to talk about me though?

Well, you see.

You don't ***** on my bed.

I'm just going to put it out there on the floor.

Oh, for real?

Yeah.

How bad you want to fight me?

Real bad. You don't see me checking you out.

You don't see me taking shots as you come over to the house and shit.

You don't see me peeping through the door.

Yeah, I'll be catching you a little bit.

So what you think of me?

You know, I'm not going to fight you.

Like I said, you ********* for my mother.

But you just right for me.

That's good.

You know, pussy don't taste that good.

Mother, I don't know what that shit mean.

I was good on my own. That's the way it was.

That's the way it was.

You was good on the low for a fatty fuck.

I'm a fatty love.

Shit, what the fuck you complaining for?

Feeling jaded, huh?

Used to trip off that shit. I was kicking to you.

Had some fun on the run, though.

I'll give it to you, but baby.

Don't hear the twisted.

...