Yeah this a little somethin for the ladies out there who be listening and they're like "why isn't there a little somethin for the ladies" well now there is

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Your self-esteem is low but it's okay
It's part of who you are and I won't make you change
You're beautiful the way you are, that's what I say
I want to look at you, each and every day
Doesn't matter where you are, or what you look like
You're inspiring to me on the outside and on the inside
Don't get too scared cos I'm right here
There's no reason to be wary, no need to fear
I'mma drive my car right down the street,
Go to the store, get u what u need
Unless what you need is my love, well it's right here for you, girl, it's free

Watch out!!!!!!!!! Get out of the street!! It's not safe out here.......

Got my head held up cos I think I'm handsome
If you got kidnapped I'd pay a million dollar ransom
But when I get back we'll go out dancin'
Out to the club, sippin on a green martini, wearin a beanie, livin the night life like Houdini
And I'm feelin so astute cos u lookin so cute, my drink has little fruits, but that doesn't mean that I'm one too
Not that there's anything wrong with that, if u disagree then man u lookin for a smack
I want to sit here for a while, right under the moonlight Imma watch u smile
Sit back, listening to giles corey, listening to the music and the story
Hopin that this shit is gonna last, but I know it will pass, that shit is wiggedywiggedywiggedy wack
But there's nothing I can do about that

i may be a thug but i need love
im so lonely
you know how it be in the street without a honey
I gotta get some money
So that I can be funny
And you can laugh too

I want to get you near me cos, i'm bein serious, i'm not delirious, I would marry you cos
I think you're really sweet and I think you're fine, and I will stop at nothing until this girl is mine
Like Michael Jackson said, Billie Jean ain't my girl but instead, this goat ate the soap instead of the oat and began to float in his polka dot coat
That's an old poem from a children's book I read on the Net, I treat any girl nice, I don't throw her out, stomp her on the ground, like a cigarette
That shit is for ol' bustas, which I ain't just anotha, I'm a cool guy yes I'm really fly and I aint gonna rain on your parade because I'm fresh made
This beat has been saved by me
And I be gettin this girl wetter than the everglades