You see

her

Braids, singles down her back

Milk chocolate coated

Thin waist

Cute face

Classified as a bitch

You see

Her

Dark chocolate

Tight shirt

Short skirt

Pressed hair resting on her shoulders

Bitch

Nonstop caramel sweetness

Nappy hair, bleached tips

Lose jeans

Braces

Bitch

No matter how we look to you

To you

She’s a bitch

If her names Julia, Shyanne, Mirissa, Imani

Names don’t even matter

If she a dime piece

Fine pieces

Just a piece of ass to you

You don’t know her name, her age, the shit she has to go through

Barely looked at her face

Her pretty waist is what got u

To them, to him to you

So tell me what I’m suppose to do

When I’m walk though

And he’s like, your like “aye bitch…

Can I get ya numbah boo”

And even if to try to cover up ya true intentions, being pleasant and more crap

To get her trapped

When she decline

You got da same line “I don’t want that bitch anyways”