BoodaBeats - Jada & Pac (Venting Sessions #9) lyrics

[Verse 1: Tito Lopez] She told me that she'll be there to my d**h date But give me life like a needle through my chest plate And since she came into my world, sh** been just great Nevermind the insecurities, long as the s** great I guess fate would have the average b**hes 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 looks Be my Jada Pinkett, I'll be her lesane parish crooks now I know ghetto b**hes hold n***as 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 will be on deck, feel me? Lost the ride back on the bus, she been through worse Trying teach her that life is more than just the name on her purse Feel like she cursed to get in trouble But f** it, that's life Alcoholic wagon fell off and reality strikes I envisioned a sea of woman, I backstroke Power of p**y be more addictive than crack smoke See n***as 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 b**h 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 fictitious, keep it honest and keep her promise All natural afros, the afrodisiac, the finest Let me find out she like rap too and I'mma spit her Quoting Michael Jordan on her twitter, we got a winner I need a chick that think deep Type to write love you on her eyelids Cause you know I watch her sleep Make me a creep, flipping through your instagram This the damn sh** 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 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'mma stick with this microphone Just me and my b**h, 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 sh** don't stop, my n***a And this that Jada & Pac, give me that Jada & Pac baby, feel me And this that Jada & Pac, and the sh** don't stop, huh