Some ish I wrote to Ludacris' Celebrity Chick, feed is appreciated.
It's whatever y'all, it's c’est la vie
She’s going home with me
Two of a kind like kidneys
Waiting To Exhale like Whitney
Balling like dancing in a room with me
And as soon as she looks at me
The mood get’s too-loose like the French city
And like referring to French cheese
There aint room for debris, please
It’s me, on Celebrity Chick, heck..
She’ll be pretty when you hand her a check
And she’ll be like Britney on deck
Bringing that in depth view like being in the red
Talking about The-Ville like a being in red
Like I’ll be bringing her on vacation…
She wants to rock with the Z like Jay’s Nation
For her sake like mispronouncing Asian-
Liquor; she better be no gold digger y’all
I don’t go down on ho’s like a golf ball