Verse 1
They call her Chola when she walks through the door,
gold hoops shining while the bass hit low.
One little stare and the whole room freeze,
baby got attitude mixed with mystery.
Hot Cheetos in her bag, lip gloss on tight,
dancing all night underneath neon lights.
She don’t talk much but she says enough,
if she goes quiet then you lost her trust.
Pre-Chorus
She got that fire, that sweet little danger,
cold to strangers but soft for her favorite.
Old school love songs playing in her ride,
dreaming romance while she acts all savage.
Chorus
Oh Jas…
She a baddie with a sweet side too,
heart full of passion, attitude brand new.
If she gives that stare, better watch your tone,
‘cause she don’t fake love, she’ll leave you alone.
Hot Cheeto kisses and midnight dancing,
art in her soul got the whole room glancing.
She don’t speak if she don’t mess with you,
real recognize real — that’s just what she do.
Verse 2
Sketchbooks full of dreams nobody sees,
painting emotions like poetry.
Laugh loud with her girls, hair blowing wild,
but deep down she still loves soft romance vibes.
Oldies playing while she looks outside,
thinking ‘bout love she’ll never force or hide.
She wants somebody loyal, somebody true,
not just another fool trying to act cool.
Bridge
She tough ‘cause life made her that way,
still got a heart that somebody could save.
A little dangerous, a little divine,
brown eyes heavy like vintage wine.
Final Chorus
Oh Jas…
Queen of the night with her own damn rules,
pretty little menace with them platform shoes.
And when she dances, whole world stop moving,
everybody watching but nobody choosing.
‘Cause Jas don’t chase,
Jas don’t beg,
Jas walks away with her head held high instead.
And if she loves you, boy you better know —
that girl’s rare like an old-school slow jam on the radio.
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