Dark-skinned shorty
I saw a dark-skinned shorty I would really like to meet,
But she was too busy chasing a different kind of meet,
The ones with more money, was her type of meat,
And she went out of her way to keep them biting at her feet,
If seen from a distance, she was a wonder girl,
Cause everyone would wonder, who is that girl,
I came to know her as, that short skirt girl,
Many others knew her as a go to church girl,
Her mother loved her daddy, and her father was a preacher,
Impetuous, she did those things her mother wouldn’t teach her,
They had no idea that their daughter was a teaser,
That she showed more flesh than a butcher with his cleaver,
That she had two kids, with two different fathers,
And that every promiscuous night she had a different partner,
A permissive woman with the mind of a martyr,
Makes you kinda wonder, what world was she part of,
Now she’s part of mine, I lit a spark in her eye,
Because she seen me with a bankroll, the size of a lime,
The dinner bell has rung, it’s my turn to dine,
This dark-skinned shorty, is now the swine!!
