__________by Jacqui
here they come, hand in hand down west 8th by the park
he’s a self proclaimed pretty boy trying to look hard
got the gaze of a gangsta with the manicure of a chic
cant decide if his hand’s on her waist or his d*ck
the prerequisite ice? check. wife beater and timbs
moves away just enough so i wont think she’s with him
they just came out the club-smell like weed and thug passion
nice lips, though he licks em so much that i’m laughing
she gives me that quick once-over that says “i’m that b*tch”
wobbles a little on her stilettos while overdoing her switch
flips her hair while she wiggles those hips that look swollen
trying to front like her man couldn't possibly be stolen
now it’s to that awkward moment where i’m about to pass
cutie shifts his gaze slyly, takes his hand off her azz
i purposely don't move over, they have to let me between
uh oh, honey’s upset- damn! she might cause a scene
now this dude, he got nerve! or must have her in check
cuz he’s STILL turned around looking- his eyes just speak sex!
cocky, confident, conceited, whatever he wants to call it
it’s all there in his gaze and his wifey just caught it
now she’s looking and frowning those glossy ass lips
while she sticks out her tits-probably thinks im a bitch
now don't be surprised sweetie, yeah i can take your man
no, you’re never too cute, awww, she’s grabbing his hand
and he’s smirking like “yeah, now you see what you got”
like she should be prouder now, like that shit meant a lot
and i’m laughing while i go on down the street on my way
i know when they got home, she had some foul sh*t to say
and i only was looking cuz i Knew that I could
its amusing to go through life misunderstood
while he’s still lookin back like he’s “king of the world”
chill out playboy, slow down, i was eyeing your girl.
