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kima - jeff smith lyrics

(intro)
hush, little kima, please don’t cry
mama just can’t have another daughter die

and if mama don’t save kima from the streets
mama’s gonna have to put her six feet deep

(verse one)
her name was kima, a daydreamer
fantasizing bout pushing beamers, so she teamed up with some chickens that were fellow schemers
she loved designer bags, sipping on expensive liquor
picked up the same bad habits from her late sister
f-cking with drug dealers, became her daily hobby
started stripping at 18, at local strip parties
met a young’n that caught her slipping in his mack phase
pimpin her, got her selling that p-ssy on backpage
motel to motel, she getting it
knocked up and ashamed in herself, she’s thinking bout getting rid of it
mama thinking not again, not another degenerate
looking at throwback pics when her daughter was innocent
she told kima to just come home
asking baby girl about her whereabouts but those are unknown
kima’s devastated, wanna go home but keep hesitating
give her mind time for preparation

(hook)
as the globe keep spinning, and the hoes keep winning
all this dough that i’m spending
nothing change but the brands, the faces and the names
but the conditions remain the same

(verse two)
bun in the oven, ain’t n-body celebrating
stripper turning tricks with a 10th grade education
thinking back when she dropped out and became missing
runaway, became a victim of underage pimpin
oh no, kima was on a mission on a hoe stroll
til she got arrested by the po po’s
waiting to be bailed out by her pimp, but that n-gg- was a no show
he thinking f-ck that b-tch i got more hoes for promo
did a little stretch and got put on papers
found a job waiting tables, in decatur
when she was released, she was unleashed to the streets like it was no prob
from $200 tips to $20 bl-w j-bs
moved back to portsmouth with her mother and her baby
won’t look for a job, because she’s trifling and lazy
but she’ll hop in the back of a mercedes, for a coach bag
only a matter of time, she’ll be sporting a toe tag

(hook)
as the globe keep spinning, and the hoes keep winning
all this dough that i’m spending
nothing change but the brands, the faces and the names
but the conditions remain the same

(verse three)
kima’s just a black girl with no ambition, no concern to change tradition
she just -ssume the position like them casting couch auditions
using her body for a hustle
s-x is just a tool for her, she don’t know what it means to cuddle
woulda thought kima would be different because she seen the struggle
between the money and drugs, her mind became befuddled
she just continues to deep throat for a c-note
she’s going crazy for the green and she ain’t playing cee-lo
her older sister was keisha, a fly honey
who was also prost-tuting til she was ended by the monkey
she left a baby boy behind that doesn’t know his father
on kima’s on the same path flirting with death for a dollar
she ended up in a black impala with a baller
he took the p-ssy, didn’t pay a dime, and then he offed her
two in the chest, tossed in the jects by the dumpster
mama is stressed, daughter depressed, pray she won’t need the streets for comfort

(hook)
as the globe keep spinning, and the hoes keep winning
all this dough that i’m spending
nothing change but the brands, the faces and the names
but the conditions remain the same

- jeff smith lyrics

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