Miss Cocaine
I'm the other womem in your man's life.
Cocaine or Miss Candy, I'm the second wife.
He uses you to take your money, but
he spends it on me cause I'm his real honey.
He takes me on trips and indtroduces me to his friends
We party all night our good times never end.
I'm his sweet lady, I keep him on his high
I'm the one that will be with him until he die.
I'm the woman with him through the fire, storm and rain
I'm the woman with him through all of his pain.
The nights you put him out, I'm the woman that he calls
I'm the one that picks him up whenever he takes a fall.
So, girlfriend don't waste your time crying cause your man's not acting right
Get over it and learn to share cause he will be loving Miss Cocaine tonight.
Copyright © Ericka King | Year Posted 2012
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