Slayen

Uh, Letitia bad, yeah she born to stun,

Baddie in the mirror, that crown weigh a ton.

Designer drip, soul dipped in gold,

Voice like honey but her heart too cold.

Slide through the scene like a dream on fire,

Boss on beats, got ‘em hooked like a wire.

Sweet on the lips, talk dirty in the verse,

Pop a little pain, make it flip in a purse.

Body like venom, lips like flame,

Say her name wrong, get burnt in the game.

Gloss on fleek, high heels with a blade,

Twerk in the dark, still snatchin' the shade.

She don't beg, nah, she build her own throne,

Goddess of the night, yeah she rule on her own.

Moan on a beat like she moan in a fight,

Grind so deep, put the moon outta sight.

Letitia mode, that’s premium raw,

Make a preacher sin, drop jaws in awe.

No cap in the trap, just facts in her strut,

If looks could kill, she a stone-cold slut.

But classy, savage, dripping finesse,

Brains like a bomb in a silk tight dress.

Power in hips, grace in the grind,

Letitia divine, outta space in her mind.

She the storm and the calm, the script and the scene,

Hard with the bars, but her walk so mean.

Wanna ride that wave, better bring that skill,

She the whole damn deal — with sex, soul, and will