A Poem For Arissé.
Damn baby, you’re the one that’s got me going crazy.
I knew when I met you would up being my lady.
Don’t sweat those lil love handles, that’s where I hold you at when I stand you up to ram you.
Coke bottle frame girl you’re the fucking baddest.
You could be the fucking best, I like two twins on your chest.
For you, I’ll try to be the greatest.
I really like your style and your flow.
I think you’re really dope, I thought you should.
Yeah, I like your hair and how it looks.
Baby, you are beautiful, I thought I’d never find someone more suitable.
You’re yellow skinned where can I begin? Can we get closer like Corrine.
I’m in a race for your heart, I’m just trying to be Ricky Bobby.
Damn, and your body is banging like Donkey Kong
Why, your eyes are like sapphires sparkling so bright. They make the morning radiant and light.
You’re a real alley cat, huh?
I’m always thinking about the 21st letter in the alphabet and that is U.
Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no make on. That’s when you’re fucking dopest, I hope that you don’t take it wrong.
You give me a high I couldn’t get from any bong.
My phone stays on vibrate but you got your own special ringtone.
I can’t hold a tune, but for you I’d sing a song.
If I had an Arissé I would always wear my Braves hat.
I love it in my hood but I don’t mind kicking it where you’re at.
You don’t have to tell me, but I know I’m the fucking man.
I think I might like you more than Spacejam.
