Jesus ChristIt's Tim called MaddieShe little old, a bit of savvyShe 22, her eyes are blue I thinkBut I was fresh seenWe're back to MaddieShe picked me up, went in a cabbieHer mother's life, it was a drop topI'm in the passieShe looking at meI'm thinking what is this to gas meI know I joke or notBut blondie in a polka dotRocking two boots made for struttingShe thinks I'm cuffingShe knows my AJ ain't bluffingShe takes the piss, I'm shoulder shruggingI'm grinningCause realistically I'm winningShe was dancing on the speakerAt the show in the beginningAnyway I've been sittingShe says she does real estate for a livingAnd slowly the scales start tippingShe's impressed with the words that I'm pickingSays I'm matureShe ain't met nobody like me beforeOr has she?I know as much as you about MaddieI didn't kiss herAnd that's my choiceMan I had my chancesLet's talk itI am really not with the gays my GOne thing for ShantaAlways post up trying to make statements GNow I don't know if she thinksThat her tricks are trueThat her tricks are escaping meBut all of that dummy young ***Is going to fill her spot with a vaguenessAlways talking chatty pattyNext thing that school carriesChat chat but she look too goodSo I still pipe her night like MarisGal she scream use vocalsShe does not whisper night like MarisGal left hot dracarysCause her man piped her but didn't bag itYou seem to hate her and love herIt's all the same ***All these same niggas talk talkCap cap see my faceAnd then don't say ****** mind your businessYou stay shamelessGossip like childrenBut then they frontWell I can see it in your cadenceShe left the venueDid a matchI disperseTo come *** this shirtThat's probably she gone *** meJerk and go bag this workShe great but she love *** and twerkI need cash in firstSaid nah baby that can't workAnd she add to herI ain't got bodies on my listI got some wonder womenAnd when it comes to womenI don't suffer from colourism*** more than one positionWhen she sees me she's happyBut her mother isn'tBetween me and my brothersNothing goes unforgivingWe all got tunnel visionIt's a givenSay she alrightBut something is wrongIt isn'tJust cause you gave it up tonightDon't make it a dumb decisionYou just know what you're afterYou just know what you're afterThis ting called EveI met her yesterdayShe was on anotherF***ing level let's just sayThe wind might have taken herAnd got her swept awayShe would know to rock the boatAnd in the best of waysAh my ting a mirrorTo disappear and nobody dear herWe met in BarcelonaBut it was cold on her shoulderNo number nice to meYou're gone by the time I roll overThese girls are olderDon't forget to mention I'mF***ed