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melanin 9 - heart shaped box lyrics

[verse 1]
you my little mixed nympho in a confused state
suckin my b-lls staring up at me with your cute face
you only like em black in your bag you hide the strap
poking your batty on instagram for a man to trap
caught cheating waxing your p-ssy out in the carpark
for a newer pair of shoes to wear and some carharrt
and always on your celly, ex tatted below your belly
wanna man who’s flipping o’s spinning chrome on his own pirellis
you like it big in that little p-ssy it turns you on
squirting when it hurts you like a virgin on your purple thong
weeds your escape route, purple haze and grey goose
saying men are all the same, but wouldn’t get your morals changed
crashed your n-gga’s x5 you lured him with your s-x side
and p-ssy whipped the next guy to have you in his lex drive
your life before that was robbing yards, slapping hoes
copping cars, trapping bros clubbing hard you were ratchet so

[chorus]
cos they love your steelo
cos they love your steelo
cos i love your steelo
cos i love your steelo
cos they love your steelo
love your steelo
cos i love your steelo
cos i love your st–ze though

[verse 2]
your curls are yellow known on every kerb and urban ghetto
your -rs- is showing through your skirt twerking in stilettos
always drunk in some party or getting crushed out
plugged out, thugged out, b-tch you bugged out
braiding your hair outside your mumma’s house you cussing loud
come back from some scr-p over some brother plus they stomped you out
p-ssionate capricorn cos from the back you grab my arms
no need to strap a dom my phallus splash inside your applebum
face like gwen stefani draped in armani
blushing harlot catching charges f-cking you in your matching garments
and when we argued you was cuttroat and so jealous
but what for just blow up in phone with no credit
in your panties you wet like (?) when you and your man breakup
splash in your grille and dismantle your fancy face makeup
you’re running scams in banks with dudes, gucci bags and shoes
champs and gangster crews who clapped tools in fashion avenue

[outro]
she’s that b-tch man, she’s that b-tch
3 in the morning 2 in the morning 1 in the morning
(?)

[sample: dialogue from spike lee’s “mo’ better blues”]
let me explain something to you – life is short, okay? i need it like this to do all the things i gotta do, i like order
order’s fine, but you’re ridiculous!
and what do you want?
i want a man who knows what he wants – decisive! you don’t know what you want. make up your mind, be a man, and don’t be wishy-washy on me
hmm, i know what i want, my music. everything else is secondary
i knew you would say that
then why’d you ask?

- melanin 9 lyrics

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