Tito Lopez - Jada & Pac lyrics

rate me

She told me that she’ll be there to my death date

But give me life like a needle through my chest plate

And since she came into my world, shit been just great

Nevermind the insecurities, long as the sex great

I guess faith would have the average bitch keep from round me

Reminiscing on when the kissing game was out to clown me

Need me a chick who got the brains and the look

Be my jada pinket, I’ll be her lasane parish crook now

I know ghetto bitches hold niggas down for a living

In out of prison, loyalty make it all forgiving

Type of chick I’m diggin, show nothing but respect

Hood rich, peanuts on the check, but weed ah be on deck, feel me?

Lost the ride back on the bus, she been through worse

Tryina teach her that life is more than name on her purse

Feel like she cursed to get in trouble

But fuck it, that’s life, alcoholic

Wagon fell off an reality strikes

I envisioned to sea a woman, a back stroke

Power of pussy be more addictive than crack smoke

See niggas end up with they back broke

Being sloppy, bend over backwards, make pillow talking a freaking hobby

But not me, papi too slick to think with his dick

Surfing flicks till I find the perfect chick

Then it’s just me and my bitch

She love me if I’m rich or if I’m poor, for sure

Give me a chick that’s ambitious, and about her riches

Got her own place, you make the plates, and I do the dishes

Nothing freticious, keep it honest and keep her promise

On natural afros, the afrodisiac, the finest

Let me find out she like rap too and I’ma spit her

Quotin Michael Jordan on her twitter, we got a winner

I need a chick that think deep

Type to write love you on her eye lids

Cause you know I watch her sleep

Make me a creep, flippin through your instagram

This the damn shit I’m talking bout, oh she got me stalkin now

Turn me on more, she can teach me

Got me eating right, can’t sleep at night, wanna drink her fiji

Call her queen if she older, mother earth she’s a soldier

She my rock, she my boulder, spoken word in her folder

scared to read it, that show me she’s a human being

And being human’s hard, on the boulevard

Don’t mind me, I’m just venting, though

The piece is strictly a composite

Finding the perfect woman goes against logic

Ain’t in the closet but women get on my damn nerves

Can’t live with them and can’t live without them damn curves

Some damn words for you damn pervs, ain’t lookin for a chick

I’ma stick with this microphone

Just me and my bitch, she love me if I’m rich or if I’m poor, for sure

And this that jada & pac, I need that jada & pac

And this that jada & pac, and the shit don’t stop, my nigga

And this that jada & pac, give me that jada & pac baby, feel me

And this that jada & pac, and the shit don’t stop, hah.

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