yo…I'ma tell you ‘bout this girl

The type of girl to make grown men cry/
And she even made her own man fly/
Though he was a shameless lameass bitch/
He got respect cause he was getting brain and shit/
from this girl, and his world was surrounded by her/
-Why man? ’Cause she be on it right thurr/
Nah'msayin, in bed she was like she slayin his as/
wasn't playing or even taking his cash/
she just the relax type - not the one that grabs the hash-pipe/
Just the type of girl that says things that's right/
yo we met twice - under the full moon
did things that's nice though we didn't have sex right/
Didn't get head - she was only blowing my phone up/
I'm feeling gulty - I be knowing I'm on wrong stuff/
At home got a lady - but on the phone I got this baby/
telling me that if we alone we'd get crazy/
not really knowing but to do, So I turn to you/
Keep my girl? Get the other? or split my world in two?