Текст песни Who's That Gurl? - J-Megatron

I first saw her
She seemed kinna bothered,
An opportunity to prosper
Enticed her wita offer...
To be wita god.
I can walk on water,
Virgin mom wit no father-
Sacrafice ya body
Put it on my alter!
I'ma smoove talker,
Rain god wind walker.
The vision is broader
Of us united.
The instant I spot her,
Claim she wetter than an otter
& Need her body worked by a certified doctor
I got mo stick than a golfer
Her ex is tryna work it out
He always stall her
He faltered,
So I put it on a pedestal-exalt her.
He can't express his heart
So he hollar
She wanna make art when I call her
I paint a perfect picture
More detail than a dollar
In the yue of the storm it gets calmer
Times gettin faster so the end seems longer
The bonds gettin stronger
Together we ponder

She text me
Meet me under the cheery moon
Where her berries bloom
Visions of me as her groom we in synch
Intune
Hotter than the fumes
Cocoa butter perfume
I'm flier than a witch on a broom
His game withered prune
In Air Jordans I'm festooned
Virgin Blood we consume
Moded kext tessages
Our train leaves at noon
By these emotions we consumed
Haters meet cha doom
In her heart there's no room
Messin wit my lady you'll get knocked
Like the cars tha go boom!
She havin cobb webs
Her body need to be exhumed
Shew bring the typhoon,
I'm hotter tha n high noon,
In Cancun!
I'm the vision of perfection baby how could you stay
I want apiece of tha kit kat
Gimme a break
She wanna lick me like a Zig-Zag
To see how I taste
I'm in love with his woman
He can see itg on my face

She said
My flow's sixker than Oedipus
I'm mesmerized by her measurments
I'm feelin kinna hesitant
But first
We gotta lay sediment
I'm star-crossed & heaven sent
My verses from The Testament!
I set precidence
When I'm outside their residence
She leavin him for me
That' sthe feelin of benevolence
I can tell that she wnt it
Never questions bout evidence
As we irde off to the sunset
That's called decadence!
She's pure excellence-
If there's ever heart break-
She come wita package of sev-er-ance
My motions move in eloquence
I'm out of my element
My sample XXs...
Got the print of an elephant!
She stoel my heart... Call it embezzlement
Changed out phone #s
The past is not relevant
No we
"Tongue kissin, in the strangest positions,
Giving her a good taste
Of the thangs she's been misisin'!!