Back Door Santa

I met a little shorty in my math class I saw her with the Hello Kitty backpack I love the way she talk when she turned on I love the immaturity she bring on A thicky with a 5'8" body She passing all her classes so she ain't retarded I keep her ass around from the most part But when she ain't around, it just goes dark. Constant talking back and forth, You're the one I'm rapping for Keep my ass in check for sure, Check my frickin' repertoire Let me know if I've been f-ing up. Hit me up if I've been hitting wrong Hit me up if I don't hit enough, girl But just don't open up that door. It's ruined lives before. Baby girl got me thinking too much I hope she don't find herself in my thoughts Thinking 'bout how her body must feel Her sex appeal got me running off charts Got a road runner going on in my brain Got me going insane but I gotta stay tough But every time Marina start coming my way Man I gotta start praying I don't give up Constant talking back and forth, You're the one I'm rapping for Keep my ass in check for sure, Check my frickin' repertoire Let me know if I've been f-ing up. Hit me up if I've been hitting wrong Just don't mess with my brain, you've got me going insane. Just don't open up that door. It's ruined lives before. End