poeticly_gifted_mami
31-01-2005, 04:46 AM
My king!
Tall and sexy in my eyes,
Beautiful green eyes,
As green as the grass in the summertime,
Body like a stallion,
Love worth a gallon,
A gallon of water big enough for a little pump by one cabin,
A thug that’s a leader not a follower,
Knows where I wanna go,
Knows when his weed is good and when it’s not too fresh,
Knows how to treat a gyrl good is right for him,
And knows how much to take of them,
Half hoes,
But half one he knows,
Don’t only like him for his eyed but for the person inside,
Emotions he can’t hide so he’s gotta keep his eyes dry,
So instead he smokes weed all day and holds his cries in,
Don’t know who to choose his best friend or his girlfriend,
Has a broken heart waiting to be amended,
If someone disrespects his homies, or his gyrl damn right he gon get offended,
And of course he’s gon defend it,
A freak ass man that knows where to hit the spot,
And when he does he gives it all that he’s got,
Yo, haters always gon talk shit,
But they ain't gon do shit,
And if they step up they’re bound to get hit,
He ain't no punk,
Don’t drink to get drunk, but to have fun,
Ain’t no killa, but can aim a gun,
Don’t think education is important so he aborts it,
People always talk shit but he just brushes it off and ignores it,
Roll his weed, smoke it, put nothing else before it,
He loves a big ass,
Loves earning cash,
Fuck a female so good he’ll give them whip flash,
5’91/2”, deep light skinned, got rock hard abs,
Knows about the streets,
Makes friends with anyone he meets,
Knows when to be serious and when to play around,
The type that ain't afraid to go down,
I love his smile,
He loves smoking black and milds,
Makes females go wild,
He almost gets so high he can touch the clouds,
But he is proud of who he is,
Loves to give his gyrl a hug and a kiss,
Hates to kiss her when she got on lip-gloss,
Goes hella crazy when he sees Diana Ross,
He has a good heart,
But his walk is mean,
Yup that’s why he’s my king,
His name is Miles Smith Jr. but he goes by Mj,
Stays strong when he sees a boy that is gay,
Stays high all day and sleeps all night,
Loves to old his gyrl under covers real tight,
A nice guy but ain’t afraid to fight,
If he goes to jail he waits until his time is up to leave,
Plays basketball real hard but can clearly breath,
Would runaway with his homies, gyrl, and his weed if he could,
But then again he probably wouldn’t want to leave his neighborhood,
He’d probably take it with him if he could his homies, gyrl, weed,
That’s his everything,
THAT’S WHY HE’S MY KING!!!!!!!!!
Tall and sexy in my eyes,
Beautiful green eyes,
As green as the grass in the summertime,
Body like a stallion,
Love worth a gallon,
A gallon of water big enough for a little pump by one cabin,
A thug that’s a leader not a follower,
Knows where I wanna go,
Knows when his weed is good and when it’s not too fresh,
Knows how to treat a gyrl good is right for him,
And knows how much to take of them,
Half hoes,
But half one he knows,
Don’t only like him for his eyed but for the person inside,
Emotions he can’t hide so he’s gotta keep his eyes dry,
So instead he smokes weed all day and holds his cries in,
Don’t know who to choose his best friend or his girlfriend,
Has a broken heart waiting to be amended,
If someone disrespects his homies, or his gyrl damn right he gon get offended,
And of course he’s gon defend it,
A freak ass man that knows where to hit the spot,
And when he does he gives it all that he’s got,
Yo, haters always gon talk shit,
But they ain't gon do shit,
And if they step up they’re bound to get hit,
He ain't no punk,
Don’t drink to get drunk, but to have fun,
Ain’t no killa, but can aim a gun,
Don’t think education is important so he aborts it,
People always talk shit but he just brushes it off and ignores it,
Roll his weed, smoke it, put nothing else before it,
He loves a big ass,
Loves earning cash,
Fuck a female so good he’ll give them whip flash,
5’91/2”, deep light skinned, got rock hard abs,
Knows about the streets,
Makes friends with anyone he meets,
Knows when to be serious and when to play around,
The type that ain't afraid to go down,
I love his smile,
He loves smoking black and milds,
Makes females go wild,
He almost gets so high he can touch the clouds,
But he is proud of who he is,
Loves to give his gyrl a hug and a kiss,
Hates to kiss her when she got on lip-gloss,
Goes hella crazy when he sees Diana Ross,
He has a good heart,
But his walk is mean,
Yup that’s why he’s my king,
His name is Miles Smith Jr. but he goes by Mj,
Stays strong when he sees a boy that is gay,
Stays high all day and sleeps all night,
Loves to old his gyrl under covers real tight,
A nice guy but ain’t afraid to fight,
If he goes to jail he waits until his time is up to leave,
Plays basketball real hard but can clearly breath,
Would runaway with his homies, gyrl, and his weed if he could,
But then again he probably wouldn’t want to leave his neighborhood,
He’d probably take it with him if he could his homies, gyrl, weed,
That’s his everything,
THAT’S WHY HE’S MY KING!!!!!!!!!