My Down Chick

Song Length 4:10 Genre Rap - Hip Hop

Lyrics

Verse 1
It was love at the beginin I must admit
Highschool sweethearts love letters was written
Remember walkin to school wit the matching laces
T-shirt potraits of both our faces
Classmates, teachers they was always hatin
Cause you my best friend on top of that we were dating
You ain't bail out on me when times was hard
When my car broke down and I lost my job
You stood by a nigga through domestic problems
So now you winter days replaced wit sunrays
Smurf blue ocean view learnin somen new
Scuba diving parasailing rowing in canoes
Matching tatoos I love you boo
So fuck what yo daddy say fuck what yo mama say
Thats why me and you together today the new Beyonce and Jay
You gotta adore you know

Verse 2
I was fresh out the shop and I glance ta the right
Ponytail, onepiece, and ah pair of black mikes
I'm thinkin anything but this the love of my life
So I play and I wave and she smile and wave back
I bet myself by tomorrow I can ease into that
But oboy oboy was I in for ah shock
Cause the next time I seen her she look nothin like the block chick
More like a model I can see drivin a drop six
Church goer, booksmart, but still got some street sense
Thinkin ta myself she ah make the perfect down bitch
Fast forward here comes the nonsense and bullshit
I admit it was times thought we wouldn't last
Then we find a way to laugh and put it in da past
Wit plenty broke days sunrays feels miles away
Yet you stayed through the blaze hardtimes of this rap shit
Thats why I dedicate this song ta my down bitch

Verse 3
This is my town Chi Town, love the windy weather
Break out yo timbs wit yo babyphat leather
Fur around the collar I love that mama
Skin tight jeans shirt from Bei Jing
Mac lip gloss drippin like haagen Daas
Lookin so delicious got damn you the business
And you ain't stuck up I guess I then lucked up
Cause
When I look into yo eyes I see the sunrise
OOh baby when you smile and yo dimple show
Its like I gotta steal a kiss witout the missletoe
Hands planted on the spot where yo ass go
Never short on bread I got a lotta dough
All bets thrown in what they hittin fo
Buses ta the train you stood in the rain got sick
I dedicate it ta my down chick







Lyrics Carlos Shanklin, Ontez Drummond Producer Romel Eggleston
Publisher Deani Music (ASCAP), Dark Cat (ASCAP) Performance Carlos Shanklin, Ontez Drummond
Label Phenominal Inc.

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