Prizefight

Now, shawty make me wanna scream!
Aye
Shawty like a prizefight
Better yet, a boss fight
Way she move that body got me imagining our life
Shawty from the west side
Swinging from the south side
Shawty swing that neck like
Never said her mouth tired
And whoa!
Gucci told me don't get lost in it
I probably should've listened
I been traipsing, dripping, saucing
I been

I don't mean to come across too arrogant
But I see you in my future, and I ain't no clairvoyant
Why? Well, a lot of reasons
Especially a pair of them
How you gonna sit them right
Then blame me when I stare at them?
Shawty kinda stacked
Shawty looking like the seraphim
Baby got that back that could only be black American
You gotta know tragedy for the vanity there within
I'm talking stacked so fat that in public that's embarrassing

(I'm talking bout that)
Long hair
Smoky eyes
4C
Contour lines
Coconut oil applied
Edges laid
Moisturized
Make me to pray
I'm talking brows fleeked
Bills paid
Grades fleeked
Ready to slay
Man, what a girl
Who better know the game
To face a cold world
Make her to prey

Black lives matter
I asked her if she could have her
(Any wish, to make a dream come true)
Aye
Black pearl ornate
Adorning me like it's foreplay
(Would she be the queen, or stay my fool?)
Aye, we was sitting in a
Warzone next to ash
Roaches toppled by the rats
Aye, but shawty kinda looking like a prizefight
Knockout
She said all she want is my heart on a silver platter
I gave her D, and a recipe for disaster

Long hair
Bedroom eyes
Lotta naps
Jaw line
Coconut oil applied
Edge-up fade
Moisturized
Make her to prey
I'm talking down D
Bills paid
Grades notwithstanding, the best in the game
That's me, though
Who better know the game
To face a cold world
Make her to pray

And you know this ain't gone sell
If I don't talk about the white girl
So, what's up, Piper?
She like indie rock, so I'll try asking this quieter
But why is you the only one that gets to shine for?
And so I'm asking
Marilyn, oh, Marilyn
What's good?
You got lil Johnny wiling like he grew up in the hood
You got lil brodie wiling like he know he probably shouldn't
And, I mean, I can relate

I mean, it's sad, because we love yall
Until our own lives don't mean much
And that means, in another life
We probably could team up
But, that don't change the fact
That, in this one, yall cheat us
So I feed you to the llama
Like the llama name was Tina
I'mma feed you to the llama
Like the llama name was Tina

And that's the cycle
Because I can't be her hero
I can't see past her tight clothes
Shawty's an Ethopian
From Ethopia
She rope us in with hope and love
And convince us to open up
She took the best of Africa
And packed it up inside the cake like filling
Shawty just too, thiznick
I can't mind my bidness
They say I shouldn't want her
That's exactly why I'm with it
She like, "You could keep it pushing
I'm more than this listing"

Long hair
Smoky eyes
4C
Contour lines
Coconut oil applied
Edges laid
Moisturized
Make me to pray
I'm talking brows fleeked
Bills paid
Grades fleeked
Make me her prey
Man, what a girl
Who better know the game
To face a cold world
To face a cold world

Long hair (It is)
Smoky eyes (They are)
4C (It is)
Contour lines
Coconut oil applied (They foil)
Edges laid (They is)
Moisturized (She is)
Make me to pray
I'm talking brows fleeked
Bills paid
Grades fleeked
Make me her prey (Oh, God)
Man, what a girl
Who better know that game
To face a cold world
Make me to pray