Habasha

No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now Maybe Marqitta You're the one I been drinkin of No more AyanaMaybe Marisól You're the one I been drinkin of Death and romamce, the rhythm of an island song 808s, mixed wita xylophone Rappin bout my woman, Megatron on the Microphone Life's about unity, who would wanna die alone? Visions of her booty, it's firm and soft like styrofoam We giggle, I make her heart trickle Wit da art of my riddle, we smoke n f*ck She pittyed on my dami kane, we ro- lit up When she hit the scene, it's a spectacle Ass like Mrs. Incredible I strut, shake women off my testicles The sobriquet: Big Black Mexico We da perfect match, baby: Bonnie and Clyde Slipery when wet, she be scalin my slide Skingasms all the time, man I'm feelin her vibe I'm inebriated, is she down to drive Reppin fo my momma, man I'm down for life No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now Maybe Marqitta You're the one I been drinkin of No more Ayana Maybe Marisól You're the one I been drinkin of All praises due She's a squirter, pussy so good-mane I'm plottin on murder, she might needa converter For the game I serve'r It's a digital economy and she's a fast learner Get paid Medical trade, she's a cash earner Black Queen Hot ass: call her afterburner What's all this cheese Without stacks ah burgers? We started focusin on numbers, they goan love me this summer In the name of The Jack, she be keepin it 17708 Give zakaat to her squad, and her secrets to God She put you on hold (hold) To spend an evening wit Jav She thinkin about career, because life is a job Runs her own business, not just wife with a mop Bigger themes: bigger dreams, or you're liken to flop She brought her people from the bottom when we got to the top We planted our seed Now let's harvest our crops No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now Maybe Marqitta, You're the one I been drinkin of No more Ayana, Maybe Marisól You're the one I been drinkin of Queen of them sheets, in hijab do Le Freak She quotes the prophets message, when she bended on knee She built a foundation, not dependent on me Young Wild'n at Peace, not suspended in grief I rock the KC hat, with no love for the Chiefs Her henna stone black, it's just somethin to see I hold her hand as the man, still a thug in the streets A family man wita plan, so becoming of me No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now Maybe Marqitta, You're the one I been drinkin of No more Ayana, Maybe Marisól You're the one I been drinkin of