Last week in Atlanta
I met her at the FreakNik
In a black truck
With a short haircut
& a gang of her homies
And she was on me cuz she said she liked Cali men
So that translated to grits and cabbage early in the morning
She used to scream «TQ I’ll do anything that you want me to
Just come stay with me.»
Girl that’s somethin’ that I can’t do
It ain’t nothin’ wrong with you
Don’t take it personal
