Mami started out nice/
was hard to get her 7 digits/
the first go round like a game of dice/
so I played my cards right/
repositioned my life/
hoping one day I might have her in my life/
but ma started saying im trif/
cause my lips stayed closer to the mic/
than the lips in her private life/
so I had to take her/
somewhere private "right?"/
where no eyez can sight/
cause at this point my lies to bright/
in my mind I did her right/
she changed my life/
she that special material type/
made for the title of "wife"/
so I gave her the ice/
in return "no response"/
she just gave me a knife/
that my ribs feed on for the rest of the night/
so much for the lovely life/
and I was thinking bout havin kidz/
but it's hard to have sex wit a pair of bruised ribs/
