Studilious

Nigga i love ya swag,
The way u pop ya collar,
At you them girls wanna holla.
Love to see you in them jeans
You know you got me weak.
Pop me a smile
And i get feeble in the knees.
Papi u know how to handle me
No worries you can never lose me.
Loving like yours is hard to come by,
That's why i'm here spitting rhymes.
The way you got me going crazy,
Ur mami wanna give u a baby.
Your ma sugar daddy,
Gets no sweeter than you.
You got it all going on,
Ur just one cool dude.
In the bed you a lion,
Baby you deserve a medallion.
Big poppa you got it going on,
Only you can turn me on.
You got me speaking gypsy,
your love got me feeling tipsy.
I'm drawn to you like steel to magnet,
You make me proud to say i'm a fagot.
No matter what i'm always gonna have your back,
And that's not an opinion, its a fact.