Mario, Fabolous - Tameeka lyrics

Yo, this goes out to all the Tameeka's, yeah
All around the world, you know who you are
I see you

Hey yo I met this shorty up on 125th
She was standing 5'4" with her
Hands on her hips she had the clothes on
Capris fitted to the tip
Body when she walks
She pulled the keys to the whip
I was laughing in the Bentley
When the stop-light changed
Thought I just might but 5-0 flipped the game
She looked at me as I made my way
As I rolled up I asked what's your name

Tameeka, hot chick, what chick, got chick
Now she's about to blow your spot chick
Tameeka, you know the type that mom's
Don't want you hanging with
Tameeka, and if you gotta girl make sure
She the one your bringing with
Tameeka, hey yo she ain't the
One to be playing with

I talk black about things I do
Guess she could tell cause my rocks got blue
And every man ain't gotta
Different girl like you
Is he what, is he cool
But as I got a mess on the platinum two-way
Said she'd see me the Friday
Friday came and went that was a week and I
Ain't seen Tameeka since

Meeka who could do you betta
Than the one you with
No more shoppin' on 1-2 fifth
You could run through Tiff's
Who else, you'd rather be in a V 1-2 with
Other than young F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
I'm a hot kid, hot vid and I don't got kids
Benzs, Bentleys and they don't got lids
Meet me then you can say you know a roller
That don't talk to chick
Unless it's through Motorolas
Plus the kid ain't the one
To be playin' with either
Look at me and tell I
Have trouble stayin' with fevas
I be layin' with divas
And I don't like nothin' but
And not the one that be playin with beavas
It's something about the way
Your switch it shakes
The airbags almost came out when
I hit the brakes the others got Mickey-D's
I'ma get you steaks
My mom's hatin' tellin' me not
To hang with you, for real