I am called a Ghetto Gangsta Queen
Bobby Valentino is called Valentin Tha Dream
As his Angel, I am his Miss Anonymous
I am his Island Girl, he’s my fantasy
Hoping to be Lady V of Blu Kolla Dreams
I’m only human within this Special Occasion
As Bobby’s Therapist, I am the prescription
Bobby want me to know him regardless of age
As his adoring Goddess I’d never turn the page
He’s so sweet like pure Blackberry Molasses
Such a sexy swagger wearing Gucci sunglasses
The music he created was a sexy collabo
Even though I love him so to never let him go
I’ve dreamed of us living another life
With no stress nor strife
He makes my heart skip a beat
I am a bad, sexy girl who I let him Beep
As Mrs. Officer, I wished my name was Mrs. Wilson
Knowing the business was a very important lesson
This is the world of Valentina Tha Queen
A way for me to be Bobby V’s Future First Lady
I know he’s loving my Butterfly Tattoo
And his logo tattooed on my foot in my stiletto
Now that Bobby V is the R&B King
I am his Valentina Tha Queen
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