Nigga

Nigga did you think I was going to chase you.

Following you in hopes that you'll stay around for a moment or two.

Did you think this was a game nigga?

That I'll pour out my black sugar for your tooth?

Im your BlackBerry, your pound cake, candy shop...nigga I'm not getting on top unless you getting down...on your knees making me your queen.

And I don't know bout no roses or ring but all I know is you posed to be next to me

But everytime I look away you in some other female face.

But remember you are mine and like ice you melt in my mouth and then I spit you out,

In my hands you melt like glue, stuck to me...Nigga who did You think was in charge

In my womb lies your power and you come back every night to lay your head on it.

Did you really think I need to chase you when you always come back anyway.