Yeah yeah we gong high to this The world's crazy son yeah you know We gone high to this just something about her My girl's a killa You know her bag was always heavy Everytime I been around it And diners and restaurants I don't know Aiyo I couldn't get enough from the way she smell Was it Baby Phat J Lo or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a Luther video Never too much The way she smile her face look pretty though Hands is soft feet no calysses Her father owned six pallets in palaces Laying out in New York crush villas in Vegas Greatest designer wear son she sport the latest So I pause the smooth talk made her a drink Blew her a kiss as I sat down She smiled and winked Stood up grabbed my hand What up slid ya boy to the bedroom Popped the suitcase I'm in the lead room This check was loaded equipped with fifths Porcelain handles with horse back kicks whispered You know what Ghost I do hits But niggas get fooled By the sexyness I'm a real gritty bitch Killa Lipstick my femme fatale with the biscuits A hit chick now I'm number one on her hitlist She killing the game cuz she the business Type of chick that love you to death Then leave no witness Killa I call you Killa cuz you slay me Killa you murda mami Ooh you such a f**king lady Killa drive me half crazy Let's go half on this baby Killa Lipstick k k killa Yeah this white chick Everlay she smell like Downy Had her best friend named Jade From Rockland County Double cokeheads who love cartoons Type chicks who eat pussy Listen to Prince and play with they wombs Flight attendant out of Delta Airline Get money girls Travelled the world only one did jail time Jade her father's a judge Same nigga in the O J case When he tried on the glove But uh in this scenario four A M The bars closed now we at it again Drunk nigga come out I'm popping mad shit he's past it Nancy Drew drew out her purse The blue steel ratchet Didn't even say shit She blasted barrel smoking Shot the Henny out his hand for laughing These are my bitches Nancy and Jade Natural born killas be letting they guns blaze God damn Killa Lipstick my femme fatale with the biscuits A hit chick now I'm number one on her hitlist She killing the game cuz she the business Type of chick that love you to death Then leave no witness Killa I call you Killa cuz you slay me Killa you murda mami Ooh you such a f**king lady Killa drive me half crazy Let's go half on this baby Killa Lipstick k k killa Look she tired of the same old basic Let's face it This is how she wants to be laced I'm raping it Anywhere I'm taking it She loving how the gangsta flex This is thug sex Iking it nasty talk As she liking it spanking it she biting the sheets She's a freak my view from the embassy suites Is off the beach shore Dirty would've love you mami You like it raw A tear drop f**king you slow I see your knees knock your love is so sweet If I switch beats and hit you with angles You might breathe You know the Godbody make healthy wise seeds You plus a glass of weed is all he need You could travel so far look Maybe book a flight to Mars To escaping at one forty two They take Jet Blue for two into Long Beach Rain lifted whipping the port from when I touch Look something nice up in the stash hit a Dutch Biscuits a hit chick now I'm number one on her hitlist She killing the game cuz she the business Type of chick that love you to death Then leave no witness Killa I call you Killa cuz you slay me Killa you murda mami Ooh you such a f**king lady Killa drive me half crazy Let's go half on this baby Killa Lipstick k k killa