B-Ball Chick
If my nigga need help,
I'm his shoulder to lean on.
If my nigga need a hand, he gon' have both of mine.
When it's time to ride,
I got the passenger seat.
When he need inspiration,
I'm his muse.
Inseperable.
That's what we are.
Even on the court,
he don't choose his boys,
he don't choose a guy at all.
He chooses me.
His girl.
His woman.
His muse...
His b-ball chick
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