R.13

She's on another level, mind you she squads the rebels, so sincere and dear say hello she devil. Rosy fvck rose pedals, woesy so she sews em seams down stilettos, whoa she throw them mean ass m.o's. Motives loud as treble, bezel bout that yen dough. No amount will bend though, unlimited game no pretendo. Woke up, wolvin boss bold. Woven gold emboss soul. She takes you higher than what life holds, it might as well be life's goals. She soaks in that sight, heavy glow. A throne for the night, herself, a dope abode.