They dated three years before they got married Lived next door to my homeboy Murray Right on South Shore where the bodies get buried Her family Jamaican, she nice with the curry Like Steph, she step back and and splash spices Kit Kats and cakes was her vices Vanilla icing with the strawberry She was lactose, so she rarely ate dairy Her husband named Terry knew where to get the good cake Vegan, black owned for the hoods sake Today was one of them days she couldn't wait And she got off work a little late Shortcake after a long day The smell of perfume in the hallway Terry opened the door, like "Whuttup bae? " Nigga actin' like it's just another day She dropped her bags, quickly kissed him She was on a mission, went straight to the kitchen Looked at the cake and noticed it was different Thinkin' to herself, "Why this nigga get this one? " Opened the box, there was two pieces missing Is it just suspicion or a woman's intuition? Terry moved positions to give her a hug Right then, she noticed lipstick on a mug
Damn, this muh-fuh Supposed to be the nigga that loved ya If he did this, that's fucked up You know he gon' lie like Russia Now I gotta spy, asked a few things and he didn't reply Tryna see truth, lookin' deep in his eye I'ma need proof or he gon' deny Pissed thinkin' 'bout a bitch feedin' this guy, ugh
It's crazy, I was thinkin' you were my baby Wasn't lookin' both ways, you played me Now you running away from blame, it's so crazy You gon' make me wanna go and get real again You gon' make me gon' have to go and vil' again Know you drivin' me crazy, now I'm feelin' it So don't speak, I don't wanna hear your synonyms, oh
She like "Damn, damn", like Kendrick from Compton Wonderin' if her man on some Tristan Thompson Is it reality or in her conscience? That's wild if he did it in they apartment The nerve of this nigga She gon' have to swerve on this nigga Put the clothes on the curb for this nigga He even changed his shirt 'cause this nigga might be into somehtin' Whole house cleaned, could tell he was frontin' She went to the back, the trash he had dumped 'em The bedroom, the bathroom, trash he had dumped 'em Usualy around the crib, he ain't never do nothin' Huntin' and sniffing around for what's relavant Might get to sniffing his nuts like an elephant Some niggas is anti-intelligent That bullshit, he kept on selling it Like a trap house His story was the neighbor got locked out and had to come over Birth of a salesman, he almost sold her Until she saw strands of blue hair on his shoulder Sittin', cussin' on the couch in her spot Saw "Love and Hip-Hop" was recently watched Something that he wouldn't watch She thinkin', "Terry, you should've kept your dick in the box"
Damn, this muh-fuh Supposed to be the nigga that loved ya If he did this, that's fucked up You know he gon' lie like Russia Now I gotta spy, asked a few things and he didn't reply Tryna see truth, lookin' deep in his eye I'ma need proof or he gon' deny Pissed thinkin' 'bout a bitch feedin' this guy, ugh
It's crazy, I was thinkin' you were my baby Wasn't lookin' both ways, you played me Now you running away from blame, it's so crazy You gon' make me wanna go and get real again You gon' make me gon' have to go and vil' again Know you drivin' me crazy, now I'm feelin' it So don't speak, I don't wanna hear your synonyms, oh
When she's stressed out, she start eating Went to the kitchen for that cake she was weakened He gave reasons, now she believe him He cared too much to be out here cheating Like she freezing, his arms wrapped around her From wow, wow to a calm that surround her Terry thinkin' he gon' put her on the counter She like "Quiet", he gon' make her get louder She found the knife of the cake to start cuttin' Terry said, "Stop! " all of a sudden "Baby, I must've been on one this got dairy in it, I got the wrong one" The phone rung It was the bakery he got the cake from To make her feel good, he put it on speaker So he wouldn't be insecure like Issa The clerk said, "Mr. Terry, yo, you left your Visa" "And it was real, real good to meet your wife" "Her blue hair was fresh, her perfume was nice" Things got ice, ice He about to feel that spice, spice She remember goin' up flights, smelling perfume And seeing blue hair in the bathroom As Terry mumbled, telling his story She pushed him out the window of the fifth story
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