Ayana Love - To Sparking Up

Yeah, right
No smoke, no smoke
No smoke, no smoke
Right, yeah
No smoke, no smoke
No smoke (yeah)
No smoke
Can't handle this fire (yeah)
Can't handle this fire (no smoke)
No smoke
No smoke
Can't handle this fire
Can't handle this fire (yeah)
No smoke
No smoke, no smoke
I'm her
From birth, the curves
Whatever I need to be
To protect turf
Fuck around and get hers
Fuck around and get hurt
Real nigga in a
Queen's body
Don't play with me
I'm not your Barbie
Trade them feelings in
For a bag at the bank
Got a right hand
Hell yeah, I'm pulling rank
They don't want no smoke
No no smoke (yeah)
They don't want no smoke
Trade them feelings in
For a bag at the bank
Got a right hand
yeah, I'm pulling rank (yeah)
Fuck it I'm radical
Homies is tactical
You looking taxable
Yeah yeah yeah
Fuck it I'm radical
Homies is tactical
You looking taxable
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Would have thought
I was a witch way
I'm cooking up that shit
Telling me, who are you
Turn the 313 around
It's still 7 yeah, yeah yeah
Hmmm
Trade them feelings in
For a bag at the bank
Got a right hand
yeah, I'm pulling rank
Hmmm
Rain drops falling
Out the sky
Like blessings from
On high
Drowning in all this
With Love and joy
Pirates can't scream ahoy
God protects me
He loves me
He sees me
What am I to do
But show you my cups
running over
What am I to do
My baby—uh
He feel off of her
I swear that eye
That's what
Whatever
I need
to be
Two
Protect
Her

Written by:
Ayana Love

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