Heemi and Stevi B - LASHAWN STORY, Pt. 1

I like it Stephen
I pulled up on a Shorty with the baby in her arm
Rolled my window down said what's your name and how you doing
She told me it's Lashawn but ain't stop she kept gone
I'm like look it's about to rain least let me take you where you gone
She finally turned her head and started staring at me strong
Like you that boy who rap I think I heard one of your songs
No baby girl you wrong I ain't Heemi I'm LeBron
Now put the baby in my backseat and just come on
She knew that I was drawn so she laughed and played along
Like why they call you that because your hairline is gone
And from that moment no we click tight made a bond
Shawty had a sense of humor and knew we would get along
She told me everything from how her baby's dad was gone
To how she work two jobs and drop the baby at her mom's
Says she don't do clubs because the city is a dud
Must've thought she looked at mess because she told me not to judge
But baby I ain't got I wouldn't judge you if I was
Plus I think you look good in your crock flops and scrubs
She said from my demeanor seemed like I got the plug
And all I do is hustle on the hot block with thugs
But that ain't what I'm into prison only thing that gets you
And me I got a different kind of chicken on my menu
We pulled up to her crib and I asked what you finn do
She said go work a double when I'm finished you can spend through
She wasn't even dressing I can tell that she was shady
Brown skin boat leg hair long wavy
Before she close her door I said you sure you ain't gonna play me
She's smiled and rolled her eyes like mmhhh I don't know maybe
Now I'm at the spot where all the homies poker up
Askin Niggas if they knew her hoping none of the Homies fucked
That's when I got the text crazy how I spoke her up
It said LeBron I called off is you coming through or what
I hopped right in the wheel and through the heat between my seat
Check my rearview and sprayed some Creed on to my tee
20 minutes later I was pulling on her street
She was standing on the porch I ain't even have to beat
Hopped in looking good like she got somewhere to be
Pussy probably fired too was all that I could think
We gonna go get something to eat then probably end up in a suite
I checked my rearview again I'm getting followed by a Jeep

Written by:
Jamon Thomas

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