paroles de chanson Habasha - J-Megatron

No more Ayana, It′s Starkiesha now
Maybe Marqitta You're the one I been drinkin of
No more AyanaMaybe Marisól
You′re the one I been drinkin of

Death and romamce, the rhythm of an island song
808s, mixed wita xylophone
Rappin bout my woman, Megatron on the Microphone
Life's about unity, who would wanna die alone?
Visions of her booty, it's firm and soft like styrofoam
We giggle, I make her heart trickle
Wit da art of my riddle, we smoke n fuck
She pittyed on my dami kane, we ro- lit up
When she hit the scene, it′s a spectacle
Ass like Mrs. Incredible
I strut, shake women off my testicles
The sobriquet: Big Black Mexico
We da perfect match, baby: Bonnie and Clyde
Slipery when wet, she be scalin my slide
Skingasms all the time, man I′m feelin her vibe
I'm inebriated, is she down to drive
Reppin fo my momma, man I′m down for life

No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now
Maybe Marqitta You′re the one I been drinkin of
No more Ayana Maybe Marisól
You're the one I been drinkin of

All praises due
She′s a squirter, pussy so good-mane
I'm plottin on murder, she might needa converter
For the game I serve'r
It′s a digital economy and she′s a fast learner
Get paid Medical trade, she's a cash earner
Black Queen
Hot ass: call her afterburner
What′s all this cheese
Without stacks ah burgers?
We started focusin on numbers, they goan love me this summer
In the name of The Jack, she be keepin it 17708
Give zakaat to her squad, and her secrets to God
She put you on hold (hold)
To spend an evening wit Jav
She thinkin about career, because life is a job
Runs her own business, not just wife with a mop
Bigger themes: bigger dreams, or you're liken to flop
She brought her people from the bottom when we got to the top
We planted our seed
Now let′s harvest our crops

No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now
Maybe Marqitta, You′re the one I been drinkin of
No more Ayana, Maybe Marisól
You're the one I been drinkin of

Queen of them sheets, in hijab do Le Freak
She quotes the prophets message, when she bended on knee
She built a foundation, not dependent on me
Young Wild'n at Peace, not suspended in grief
I rock the KC hat, with no love for the Chiefs
Her henna stone black, it′s just somethin to see
I hold her hand as the man, still a thug in the streets
A family man wita plan, so becoming of me

No more Ayana, It′s Starkiesha now
Maybe Marqitta, You're the one I been drinkin of
No more Ayana, Maybe Marisól
You′re the one I been drinkin of