When the guy you like doesn’t wear underwear to the club and the signs are clear.
How that bangin’ “Hot White Dress” should turn a gay man straight but doesn’t.
The look of disappointment and its reality of a broken heart.
Have no fear
Harlem’s near
My dear
To be continued…
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
A Trilogy of Truth
The versatility of a ghost
When ghetto poetry transforms into Harlem floetry
Walk with meh
My secret confession of a recent obsession
I confess I’m obsessed
(Here we go… So the world will know)
Harlem Crush: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Chorus
Nothin’ has changed In the game Nicca’s still actin’ the same Grindin’ all the way to da top Shyt ain’t neva eva Gonna be stopped Da mall & ya’ll Be callin’ Her
(Repeat)
(Verse One)
Tippers better run Katts’ money Ballers better run Katts’ money Big spenders better have Her money Cause ain’t nothin’ Muthaphuckin’ funny
This is what It feels like This is what It be like
I need to see her in real life
Even if it’s only fo one night
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Dippin’ in da whip Spendin’ those chips
Wit a body like dat
Can you handle all of that
Stay poppin’ tags Shakin’ dat azz Layin’ on dat beach Watchin’ TV Can you see me
HD clearly
Blowin’ out a
Hydrorunner G3
As a matter of fact
And to be exact
This is the
Life of being Katt
Doggie style Makes her smile More often then Once and awhile
(No bullshyt)
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Chorus
Nothin’ has changed In the game Nicca’s still actin’ the same Grindin’ all the way to da top Shyt ain’t neva eva Gonna be stopped (Da mall & ya’ll Be callin’ Her)
(Verse Two)
She came In da game Makin’ money
Changed da game
Makin’n money She be… Twistin and turnin’ Dat body (Uh) Twerkin’ and workin’ Dat body (Whoa) Dollar’s thrown in da air By Errrbody The woman’s a tru Natural born Hottie
She be Rubbin’ and strokin’ Dat body I be Lickin’ and suckin’ Dat body I be Kissin’ and slurpin’ Dat body She be Moanin’ and groanin’ Tellin Errrbody
(Dat Good Shyt)
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Chorus
Nothin’ has changed In the game Nicca’s still actin’ the same Grindin’ all the way to da top Shyt ain’t neva eva Gonna be stopped (Da mall & ya’ll Be callin’ Her)
(Verse Three)
The Muthaphuckin’ plan be Put it in the pot Light da fire Stir it up So she can later retire Make it drop Like its hot (Ah) As you desire Put your request in If you’re on her Friends list
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Don’t mess up Or you’ll get blocked So just hold your cock Her beauty is continuous Non-stop
(splash)
Like dope on a rope As a matter of fact Better get to know my Katt One look and you’ll Be so hooked You better phuckin’ Understand that
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Big ballin’ Money fallin’ Big pimpin’ Champagne sippin’ Moe doe Get money Dat’s how Katt’s livin’
Women stay trippin
Cats be hackin’
Katt’s still livin’
Still Beauty makin’ a Katt killin’
The vision of “A Queen’s Ransom”
(Outtro)
Play yourself if you want
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Changin’ Lanes
Why so serious…
“Ain’t nothing wrong wit shakin’ dat azz poppin’ a lil pucci fo a couple of bandz” Chicks be Phuckin niccas fo McDouble burgers and some fries tryin’ to get a chance to hop in a Brutha’s ride.
It’s about to be lit…
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Katt got dem keys to my heart
It was like dat from the start
Katt’s Swag is Different Her Bags Different
My online Boo is Leya
Katt’s Brag is Different
Others Boo Hoo’in
Not sure who you’re foolin
You hoe’s better pay attention
(Hold up. lets slow it down)
Ahem!
A special fantasy
Between you and me Something I cherish Always tryin’ to Place a smile Upon her face Being creative leavin’ A distinctive trace
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Aight! Check this out…
Big tippers Money spenders New pink slippers
Get money Queen of The Hill with a
Paradise smile
Cam to da Soda sippin’ Sounds of bubbles Heard through a straw Comin’ at cha Wit dat ghost writin’ flo Niccas better act like they know
Dat fish net shyt
The things you
Wit it
Her cookies n creamin
Puttin me to sleep causin’
Me to start dreamin’
Wit that sparkle in her eye
Thou
Make me wanta
Hold her tight doe
Neva lettin’ go
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
When da soda can pops
Katt drops it like it’s hot
Aye
Uh oh there she go… Teeth bright Skin tight Body right No ring on Her finger No Brutha Made her His wife Holdin’ back With all of his might
Sit back and relax Da Queen’s on site
Ghetto floetry flow
Man I love your Phine BabyPhat rear
I’m jealous of your diamond butt plug buddy Dat should be my lips, my tongue
That make you shake, tingle and cum in a
Vibrating way if I must say
When she smiles & Blows me a kiss I can’t resist to Make a selfish wish
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
When she makes it clap I get excited
Wanta stand up and cheer I SMH cause I be Happy about that
A special candy bar My favorite New York City Super Star As a matter of fact And to be exact People know her By the name of Katt
People stand on line
Just to see her
Queen Katie My Princess Leya Far too many Try and want to be her
Eye brows crazy tight Skin tone golden and just right Lip gloss glow on point I pray when I get home I get to see her tonight
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
Lip gloss glowin’
Stays on point
Skin glow Hair flow From head to toes Her body’s definitely a go Excuse me Miss Just so you know
Sweet brown sugar mixed
Wit black pepper
Dominican spice
Errrthang
Bout her is nyce
I don’t do this often & I rarely sweat a chick But you captured my Attention and I Couldn’t fail to mention
Harlem Crush Part 2: Katt Leya Queen Katie
You my dear Are different You’re the part of me That bring out the Best in me One day I pray That you can see
Tongue up da butt Phine I swear to god one Day I make you mine Simple words for A complex feeling I mentally take your hand Pray that you feel it