If I Ain't Got You

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I'm a young man, but my dick grown up
I like to beat it up with legs on the shoulder
I'm the one you call when you wanna get fucked
Hit you in the house, in the car, in the truck
Baby bend over, let me hit it from the back
Imma show you how Stella got her groove back
Have you feeling like a little girl,
Sneaking for your boyfriend
Leavin' your window cracked.
I get a phone call everyday or a weekly ring
Legs open very easy the meanin' of L.O.V.E
Baby blue, B.A.B.Y.B.L.U.E.
Have you spelling out my name in your sleep
I beat that drum like the energizer bunny
Keep goin' and goin', goin' and goin'
Show you that an old man can't do you body like I can
I'll flip it and keep you moanin'
You say
Its cause of my age girl
But age ain't nothing but a number
: Age Ain't Nothing But A Number by Pretty Rickey

                    Kyron P.O.V.

            Man I ain't got shit to do today. King Jr been in his room all day. MLK and Kyan out shopping. Dad took Kings and Kadyn out for the day, so it's just me and my own thoughts. I guess I'll wash my clothes. I grabbed my basket and dumped all the clothes on the floor going through my pockets.

           Then I felt something square in my pocket. I pulled the small paper out and smirked. It was Jalyh's card. I pulled out my phone and called her secretary. "Laws Lounge. How may I help you?" She asked. I smiled.

             "I was just wondering if Ms. Laws was in a meeting right now," I explained.

           "No. Her last meeting just ended. She has no more for the day," she replied.

          "Thank you," I said.

          "You're welcome," she replied. I hopped in the shower and freshened up. Then I got ready to leave the house.

           But of course, somebody interrupted. Layla was calling me. "Wassup?" I asked.

          "Can you tell your brother to meet me at the park in ten minutes?" She asked.

          "Yeah. I got you sister in law," I laughed knocking on King's door.

          "What?" He opened the door.

          "Layla told me to tell you to meet her at the park in ten minutes," I smirked.

          "No. I don't like her," he said about to close his door.

          "Wait! She on the phone," I said handing it to him. He took it, then closed the door in my face. I waited and waited and waited some more.

         Then he finally opened the door back up. "Here bruh," he handed me the phone.

          "You going to the park?" I asked him.