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I knew a lady by the name of (Luv)
Princess to a prince, gave her diamonds and pearls
Sparkle like Meghan Markle, on top of the world
Love the way I emcee, any dress, she thorough

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( Verse One )

I met her on a double date
Wasn't even on lover's chase
Twenty minutes, and I wasn't even at the place
Like bell-bottoms, fashionably late
Walked in, detached my coat like a cape
Business elsewhere, plottin' a Houdini escape
That's when my dude like this Luv, I'm like cool
Body bangin', left leg had a tattoo
But I had shit to do
Wasn't so distracted, would of been into you
Stank attitude, ain't mean to come off rude
Second date, I ain't show, you were not in the mood
Made my dude ride you through the hood like Cube, fumin'
Eyes like Taraji P., or so I assume
Laughed it off later, now I'm straight up digging on you
Went through meet the parents, after introduced to her crew
(C'mon)

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( Verse Two )

Killer like Sharon Stone
Really can't box her like Larry Holmes
Turn a fella tenor from a baritone
Head shaved, dyed blonde, look like Amber Rose
Such a lady wit' the nails and the painted toes
Keepin' players on the fence when the gate is closed
Her milkshake bring out boys like Kelis
5'3, one-thirty, skinny waist, dime piece
Chaka Khan, little sweet thing, mommy still a beast
Savvy in the kitchen, hit me wit' the Southern egg quiche
Trust God, not a thot, but shorty a freak
In a rented B-M', finger-fucked her from the driver seat
Dated five good weeks, then decided to breeze
She had to move to N-Y, sick nana in Queens
We embraced at RDU like a Bogart scene
Man, I couldn't take my hands off her acid-faded jeans

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( Break )

( Verse Three )

Essential, soul child, Streisand, yentile
Never stop communicatin', we became pen pals
Convo' never watered down, linked up when in town
Plan a escapade, play a room for eleven hours
Love, power, respect, so endowed, showered her wit'
Gucci, jewels, flowers, fine shit, Bonnie, Clyde, we 'bout it
Visits up North, middle finger up at Trump Towers
Put me on to real five percenters and that good sour
Good times, flyin' home, back in Charlotte in an hour
Lay over, then it's back to Pitt County, home of
Howard Bronzson, Pablo, fish and collards combo'
That soul cooking, good lookin' ma like Esther Rolle
Dynamite explode, ya know, yo', what can I say
Like Uncle L', I need a girl from around my way
Type of lady 'bout her business, but like stayin' up late
Meditate, relive stress in silhouette negligees

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