Habasha Lyrics

No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now

Maybe Marqitta You're the one I been drinkin of

No more AyanaMaybe Marisól

You're the one I been drinkin of

Death and romamce, the rhythm of an island song

808s, mixed wita xylophone

Rappin bout my woman, Megatron on the Microphone

Life's about unity, who would wanna die alone?

Visions of her booty, it's firm and soft like styrofoam

We giggle, I make her heart trickle

Wit da art of my riddle, we smoke n fuck

She pittyed on my dami kane, we ro- lit up

When she hit the scene, it's a spectacle

Ass like Mrs. Incredible

I strut, shake women off my testicles

The sobriquet: Big Black Mexico

We da perfect match, baby: Bonnie and Clyde

Slipery when wet, she be scalin my slide

Skingasms all the time, man I'm feelin her vibe

I'm inebriated, is she down to drive

Reppin fo my momma, man I'm down for life

No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now

Maybe Marqitta You're the one I been drinkin of

No more Ayana Maybe Marisól

You're the one I been drinkin of

All praises due

She's a squirter, pussy so good-mane

I'm plottin on murder, she might needa converter

For the game I serve'r

It's a digital economy and she's a fast learner

Get paid Medical trade, she's a cash earner

Black Queen

Hot ass: call her afterburner

What's all this cheese

Without stacks ah burgers?

We started focusin on numbers, they goan love me this summer

In the name of The Jack, she be keepin it 17708

Give zakaat to her squad, and her secrets to God

She put you on hold (hold)

To spend an evening wit Jav

She thinkin about career, because life is a job

Runs her own business, not just wife with a mop

Bigger themes: bigger dreams, or you're liken to flop

She brought her people from the bottom when we got to the top

We planted our seed

Now let's harvest our crops

No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now

Maybe Marqitta, You're the one I been drinkin of

No more Ayana, Maybe Marisól

You're the one I been drinkin of

Queen of them sheets, in hijab do Le Freak

She quotes the prophets message, when she bended on knee

She built a foundation, not dependent on me

Young Wild'n at Peace, not suspended in grief

I rock the KC hat, with no love for the Chiefs

Her henna stone black, it's just somethin to see

I hold her hand as the man, still a thug in the streets

A family man wita plan, so becoming of me

No more Ayana, It's Starkiesha now

Maybe Marqitta, You're the one I been drinkin of

No more Ayana, Maybe Marisól

You're the one I been drinkin of