They created her to be a gemini
2 faced, 2 sides, too much, yet she too fly
Dalmatian'd out on her cheeks
Yet it adds somethin extra to her petite physique
Voice kinda squeaky, heard she kinda freaky
Her style really delivers, a mindset of a nigga
It's not a bad thing, just what you'll endure
If you tryna wife her up, she searching for a cure
She wanna be settled down,but her life so wild and free
Bottles up in Brooklyn is where she'll usually be
Visions blurry, she in love with Dirty Harry
Clint Eastwood fan, thats her old man
Hes not willing and and able, so she fell for Abel
Throw the panties at Em, he sees what's under her navel
Oh it's Thursday, loves the Weeknd in the worst way
3 mixtapes in her car, blasting down the highway
Her thoughts are complex her convos descriptive
Her dreams should be written on novels and scriptures
Her female friends are minimal, she plays with the boys
Fuck barbies and shit, cars are her real toys
Red light pose, strike a pic under the fire glow
We all stop as we watch her red lips form a smile, cuz she now
This ones for the girl with the red light pose
From her chef that cooked these words up for her. I suppose
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