Hair still dripping, wrapped up in a towel,
Beauty’s when you’re ready in a hour,
Them long legs, I call them the twin towers.
You put that arch in it, put your hand on your hip,
Put your hand up on and you handle the shit.
Beauty’s when a scrub compliment stash,
You know your booty look good with your confident ass.
Straight up but the rest world,
You know it’s beauty when the smile it’s the best curve.
That’s real beauty, no make up shit,
The girl you dream about and wanna wake up with.
Waiting time, looking at it and throw that at me,
Going out on me, then you look about me.
Ah, man, that shit right there, probably get your next nightmares.
Beauty is knowing nobody real as you,
Truly condolences for that bad shoes,
Killing the scene, this type of loving made me complete.
Now roll the weed and get the munchies, she be in cuisine.
I’m in the jeans and stealing tune with the inner being,
Her inner thoughts, her worst fears she give to me.
Beauty is loyalty to the fullest, ‘cause cupid made me a target for she had received a bullet.
For she had the stupid deed, speed up before I put up and s** is a weapon
Beauty don’t need a bullet, beauty is the beauty that her mother gave her.
May you be thinking about God, maybe at grandma as angels.
‘cause God give her, never complicated,
A lot of niggers talking, I don’t have the heart to say it.
How to tell you I see potential in how you do it.
I pray you know you’re worth from niggers don’t notice your beauty, truly