Lost In This World of $in

sixteen.

He broke your heart, I'mma fix that
I'mma go down, I'mma lick that
Your ex-man wasn't with that
I'mma try to make you forget that
That nigga was a fool
Didn't know what to do
Girl, you need somethin' new
I'm tryna fuck with you
I put it down, mini-skirt
I just pull it down, I'm out front
If you don't want him to find out
I just pull around
Who gives a fuck if he find out?
Boy put that nigga in timeout
As a matter of fact, go and tell that nigga you mine now
I don't give a fuck

"You rappin them lyrics wit' a bit too much enthusiasm. Pipe down." Ben spoke glancing at Summer, then back at the road, licking his lips.

"You know you kinda took me from my ole dude?"

"How?" Ben chuckled.

"Cause his head game was mad wack & then you came along. And let me ride that tongue; done fucked around and got my ass sprung." Summer sang popping her booty in her seat.

"So why'd you keep him around then, if his shit was wack?"

"His stroke game was on a bean." Summer spoke causing Ben's smile to drop.

"Really Sumz?" Ben frowned.

"Yeah. I mean I can live without dick. But I'm a need my kitty ate often. Shit I could live off just that."

"Why you always fuckin wit' me?"

"I don't be tryin to." Summer mumbled locking eyes with Ben.

"Well you damn sholl do."

"Give me an example."

"Nah, see now you tryna start an argument."

"No I'm not! I just asked a simple question. You see how you just flipped that around on me?" Summer frowned crossing her arms.

"My bad."

"Don't my bad me. Nigga apologize!" She yelled.

"I'm sorry. But look here Ms. Summertime Fine, you not finna be bitchin me. So lose all that fuckin bass you done got in ya' voice." Ben spoke looking down at Summers thick chocolate thighs.

"Don't talk to me."

"Alright."

"Cool."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"How?"

"Gimme head."

"Whoop!" Ben yelled laughing hysterically. "You thought."