Foxy lady

Since I broke with my girl, how I'm feelin' is wack
Convinced that every female living's either schemin' or slack
A meaningless pack of people good to pin on their back
Now every skeef on my roster's either Indian or black
From other races I ain't separate, they happen to be my preference
So any lady interested, write this down for your reference
The butterscotch complexion, curvaceous in the right sections
Authentic in her reflection is what's visual perfection
Straight up, a brother cried when he heard Aaliyah died, cuz bredren
I know for once there's truly an angel in heaven
But most girls are unleavened, see they looks don't match
The qualities that make me want more than to jook that snatch
Humour, intellect and honesty during our long chats
But I need a bar graph to map the vibes y'all brauds have
You feelin' me or not? You got a nigga in doubt
Lookin' for Coles notes about you, tryin' to figure you out



What up love? Still lookin' ruff? Yo, thanks for the rubs
You gave me on the dancefloor, not to mention the hug
You gave me when we parted, I thought "I want more of that stuff"
I picked you up in a club, so what you think I'm thinkin' of?
I've heard it all before previous to tonight
Let me guess, you've never talked to a brother this height
Or somebody with dreadlocks or who's skin was this light
Or who had videos that everybody swears is hype
Anyways, I'm amazed I could hold you for days
There's no rush so say, by my third visit, we blaze!
You got a boyfriend? What you mean that I should have asked?
Based on what we've been doin', I figured it wasn't my task
Where you hidin' your flask? You must be drunk talkin' that nonsense
What up with skeefs and they half-assed conscience?
As if stoppin' now would make it better if he finds out
That I'm the reason that you always on the other line now