Ya Problem
YA PROBLEM IS 5.5
WITH BROWN EYES AND BIG THIGHS
PLENTY ASSS AND **** TO GRIP
AND LIPS THAT MAKE YOU WISH YOU COULD KISS LIKE THE FRENCH
YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS?
IT’S THAT SHUGGA WITH A SPLASH SASS
THAT GOT YOU OPEN LIKE STORES ON BLACK Friday
WISH YOU COULD MAKE MY DAY
BUT YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE TO START
YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH MY MIND
BUT I ALREADY KNOW YA HEART
DISTRACTED EASILY JUST TO GET THE SCENT OF ME
STOPPIN SHORT JUST TO HOPE YOU BUMP INTO ME
YOUR PROBLEM IS SIMPLE
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS APPLY YOURSELF TO SOLVE IT
USE THEM YEARS OF COLLEGE TO DROP KNOWLEDGE AND I’LL EDUCATE
YOU
PUT YOUR SKILLS TO USE
ADD YOU INTO YOUR PROBLEM AND DIVIDE IT
THE EQUATION IS NOT THAT SIMPLE
IT’S GONE TAKE SOME TIME AND PARTICIPATION TO GET TO GRADUATION
Copyright © Norey Bailey | Year Posted 2006
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