Ghetto Bone

I got a bad ghetto chick, about 5 foot 6, full lips, well equipped and she walks with a dip.

Versace, Gucci, Luis Vuitton memberships / Foreign whips, shoes sick, every venue she rips.

Dudes flip, chicks trip as venom drips / her revenge is beauty, competition's eclipsed.

Surrounding her orbit, I fly high as a kite / like gravity she holds me down, in her world I take flight, and we ain't ever coming down, like Whitney and Mike.

Worth her weight in gold, but she's not that old / By any measure, she's a treasure, and she's sweeter than Sugarland / more than a dime piece, I call her my Cougerrand.

Like a fine wine, she gets better as years pass / young women don't mean nothing, so from them I just steer past.

Half want cash and the rest want a dollar, but mine is finger lickin' good like neckbones and collards. (Holla!)
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Ghetto bone delicious, had her on my wish list /
No longer fictitious, took care of my business.

Classic, bombastic, we trip the light fantastic / Spastic, elastic, I twist her up like plastic

Drop dead gorgeous, so I layed her in a casket / If she's into that, straight jacket, black mask it.

But I ain't handcuffin', like a sheriff or the jailer / I just tell her back it up, so I can hitch it like a trailer.

Candy coated nails on chocolate- Reeces Pieces / she calls me Dothraki, I call her my Calise.

House of Targaryen, cut like a barbarian / running through my mind like her first name was Arian

Namaste, we hide away, every day's a holiday / explosive on the dance floor, drops it like it's bombs away!

Bodies like a bowlin' pin, dudes like to stare at her / Coming down the lane, and I bet I pick the spare up.

Gams like honey baked hams, sweeter than a candied yam / lives a life of ghetto glam, I quench her thirst like Aquaman.