SWINK Got Game

Women question why I'm colder than the Philly Hawk

Only sticking around when her sweet nectar is coming down

Love rarely but sex often is the motto

You may be thinking

Who is his mentor or reference point for this mentality

Is it that chick from Chicago that had you crying down Broad Street

Naw

It was way before the Windy City blew me away

This professional is named SWINK

Ms. Peep Game or You’re Game

Swink got many of men to donate to her lavish Fetish Foundation

The Art of Seduction could have taking a few pages from her book

Skink age was 14

My age was 12

At that age she was already giving men the fake out

Enticingly she would ask them to forefeel her desires

Forefeel they did

Disappear she did

What they would do for her attention didn’t make no CENTS

Supplying her with material love

Jewelry, clothes, Jordon's, and cash

They assumed these gifts would make her weak

But her purpose kept her from the sheets

With the pagers they bought she never returned a call

Calling Ronda she did

Deeply listened I did

Over hearing her clowning with Ronda

Always started like this

“Do you know what this nut just did?”

I digesting her every word

This world is a jungle

Where the strong prey on the WEAK

And the WEAK fall victim to the SWINK

Like a man of Proverb’s I practice being MEEK

Women call me cheap

Still under their sheets we FREAK

Now SWINK laughs at my FREAKS

Calling those jawns WEAK

But those girls didn’t have a chance

My sister is THE SWINK