Thug Poetry - KXNG Crooked, Jay Townsend

Baby you stacked like eighty ad-libs

We should settle down, have some crazy ass kids

You knowing how a maniac lives

You my baby, got by back, she my rib, that’s baby back ribs

At times, I get lost looking at your perfection

Your natural selection, your afro is flexin

We damn sure is sexing

Everytime we do it’s like an out of body experience

Astral projection

Travel with a king

Pack your baggage up and leave, yeah

I happen to believe you’ve heard enough noise

From them fuck boys

They are what the apple was to Eve

Black Adam is the key

Don’t let the party stop

Yeah your mind and your heart is your best body parts

But I’d be fronting if I didn’t

Tell you that you wasn’t dipped in gold

Your skin tone remind me of body art

The life of an outlaw is a roller coaster

The Red Empire put me on wanted posters

When life get crazy I wanna hold you closer

Then both of my toes cuz in my shoulders holster

Pal walk 'em out see you smile

Tomorrow’s never promise so we living in the now

Fuck living in the denial (the nile) like Cleopatra swimming in and out

Your royalty lets listen to below ling vibe

To the words, I speak

To the rhythm of the beat

To your layers get weak

Everything I do is all for ya

Cuz you rock with a nigga like me

Hold it down for a king like me

In the bed put it down on me

Girl, you must be my soul sister

You a pretty young thing and you ride or die

Hell’s flames can’t explain how hot you are

Got you sneaking in tongues when you rock my mind

Ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma ku sa

We just searching for the glory on

We from a poor territory huh

I’m just a lower class nigga with a

Glass slipper for the Cinderella love story

Fuck with me

I’ma always be a rebel till them devils come and get me

I’ma die with you on my mind when the cops stuck at me

But until that happen just fall deeply in love with me

I can face anything in the world if you thug with me

Cuz we vibrate higher

I think your eyes see Mariah

I think your thighs say Maliyah

Recon to this fire and desire

You think its trainer you know were on some rare shit

Walking in the park you got me doing all that square shit

Talk with me heart when it’s you and me and

I usually leave those thoughts in the dark

I used to target these hoes with game sharp as a dart

To the words, I speak

To the rhythm of the beat

To your layers get weak

Everything I do is all for ya

Cuz you rock with a nigga like me

Hold it down for a king like me

In the bed put it down on me

Girl, you must be my soul sister

So what you cook for dinner tonight

(You know I got you some steak, mash potatoes, asparagus)

What about desert

(You know you know I got you something special)

Uh oh

(you know)

What’s that

(You hear that)

Hold on let me go look at the window

Yo what the fuck is going on out here

(What's going on baby)

They be rioting or something

(Let me see)