Beremole

Baby i love and i feel your melody

There's somethin' about her tikkle my fantasy

Got her playin' my mind logistics when she bruck up on the wine

You can tell she different class from the way she sip up on the wine

Tell she a gem from the way the bumper in a pouch

Walk through the door, dem other honnies don de clout

And this is aint no television, i can't see that perfect vision

Figure eight said a n*gga can't shout

Omo, you should beremole, let me show you somethin'

Love to buggie down, she dont pause for nothin'

Bag matchin' the shoes, you can tell she stuntin'

Designer na jimmy choo, allow the girl no bluffin'