This one is for the boy with the booming system. He had his top down, AC with the cooling system.
I just wanna tell you about him:
When he come up in the club he be blazing up. He got stacks on deck like he saving up and he ill, he real, he might got a deal. He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build. He cold, he dope, he might sell coke. He's always in the air, but he never fly coach. He's a motherfucking trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship, when he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip. That's the kind of dude I was looking for and yes you'll get slapped if you're looking hoe.
I walked up to him and I said "Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy. I mean, my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly. You're so shy and I'm loving your tie. You're slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye.
Oh yes I did, yes I did. Somebody please tell him who the fuck I am. I am Haemolymph, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up.