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Topaz Jones

George David Brandon Jones (born 1993), known professionally as Topaz Jones, is an American rapper and singer. more »

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What's good it's WTPZ Radio
Right now we got an exclusive for y'all
It's your man Thelonious Martin
Checking in with some brand new Topaz Jones for that ass

You were hotter as a blonde
But I wouldn't say I mind that your roots showin'
Couldn't wait to be a momma
Bet all the neighborhood boys put the moves ya
Why you springing for designer?
A white tee with some jeans, it's a look for ya
Gold is leaking through the blinds
We ain't sleeping through the night (yeah, yeah)

They say sex is a weapon, I think it's a narcotic
Niggas starin' at her titties, couldn't stick to the topic
Outside the club with no plug, that'll fit in the soket
Carry the clutch for the blush, lipstick in the pocket
Pay the phone, cable, rent, when she get the deposit
She tryna keep her waist thin as skeletons in her closet
She got her "'round the way" fit and her runway fresh
They want that little black dress and Sunday's Best (yeah)
If she do go on a date, it's typically through an app and five
Minutes into dinner, realizing he doesn't appetize her
Spacing out at the table, say I'm an astronaut
I told her all the places I'd take her if I had a rocket
Red glare, brake lights, I'm a playwright
We all putting on a show to hide the stage fright (yeah)
Take a bow, they throwing flowers at your feet
Know your proud to tell them all about how I was counting sheep on you

You were hotter as a blonde
But I wouldn't say I mind that your roots showin'
Couldn't wait to be a momma
Bet all the neighborhood boys put the moves ya
Why you springing for designer? (Designer)
A white tee with some jeans, it's a look for ya
Gold is leaking through the blinds 
We ain't sleeping through the night (ay)

They say sex is a weapon, you my executioner 
In that dress, thought you could have stood next to Lucifer
Hot mess but I clean up nice, you gotta say
Take a life if that's really the price I gotta pay
I'm not a player, I'm just crushing on you, love
Might tell a lie if you ask is it true love
Two doves, one stone don't always do it
Ask my dawgs, yeah, we all been though it
Why do I try so hard to hide myself? (Myself)
And end up sitting here beside myself (myself)
With these long faces, like Earth, Wind, and Fire bassist
And cars race but not at this heart's pace
Stop playin' wit' me
The game over a lil flip of the switch
Could shed light on the most
The red wine for the toast
The Cuervo for the nightcap
That's when we really got raw
Dropped the polite act, I like that
You follow your own trends
You rock with your old friends (yeah)
When niggas shootin' their shot
Then you promise to goaltend
And I could be more tender
Though I'm a low spender
Didn't know it then 
Now I could tell that you were meant for me

Ah, damn
Yeah you were meant for me 

You were hotter as a blonde
But I wouldn't say I mind that your roots showin'
You couldn't wait to be a momma, uh
Bet all the neighborhood boys put the moves ya
Why you springing for designer?
A white tee with some jeans, it's a look for ya (Designer)
Gold is leaking through the blinds (gold is leaking through the blinds)
We ain't sleeping through the night, no (no)

Oh man
The story always end the same way, yeah
Blind patrol, shit

Uncle Fred ran the numbers before when it was illegal
And couldn't see, they had him in court and tried to convict him 
And he made the judge and the attorneys look like a fool, he said
"How can you convict a blind man for running numbers?"
They were speechless, they had no argument
They had to let him go (wow)
But he did it, he did it

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