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letra de jada fire - nantes

“…now, straighten ya face up! you knew what this was! me love you? b-tch, you’s a toy! a trick! a plaything! kuz once i drop my knot, i”m out! you don’t mean a dam thing to me…”

(verse 1)
shadows dance in the distance
moonlight shines on her face
her figure peakin’ my interest
tantalizing all of my machinations
what the f-ck do i intend to do wit a queen present just like you?
so there i sit, ig lurkin’
tryna find the person behind the curves and the thickest frame
the sin is l-st, i pray the p-ssy glisten as i chase a dream
her womb tremble when i’m in between
i need me a nympho, i need me a feen
and i need her broken like ice cream machines at this mickey ds
on fire like jada, extinguish my dreams
leavin’ them soakin’ in blood, mensuration was missin’
who givin’ a f-ck? she givin’ it up
but she not an object, that’s just my woman
we sin on sunday her comeuppance comin’
she got the fire that’s stokin my flame
my rite arm is severed this strokin’ to blame
i’m just alone but i’m hardly ashamed
if she not down wit f-ckin’, don’t love her the same
don’t love her the same kuz i’m like

(hook)
baby girl, don’t play no games
i know you wanna ride
girl, ya know
baby girl, don’t play no games
i know you wanna ride
girl, ya know
baby girl, you peep the game
i know it’s got you lost for words to say
baby girl, don’t play no games
i know it’s got you lost for words to say (know d-mn well that you lost for words)
(verse 2)
children glimmer on her cool complexion
her form is nuanced albeit perfection
the portrait painted was abstract to a blind truth in plain view
what do i intend beyond s-x?
i’d rather be alone til i hit your phone and we cast stones at a broken home that we came from in the city known for bein unforgivin’ to its young women
her womb writing when i’m deep up in it
superficial words form a pretty sentence, uninitiated through a text message
p-rnography sit in poverty, her cl-t is pleasured through her phone screen
exasperated, feelin’ down trodden
guilt ridden, know the world watchin’ as we fall apart
pretty lady, please, i pray the p-ssy perfect as i chase a dream
give my heart to sirens, savin’ all this trauma in a special place for a real queen
in the dark room where our demons play
panties slid down wit no words of love
ain’t no f-ckin trust kuz i’ve given up
dishrag a queen and prolly wife a sl-t like

- nantes

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