Wednesday, January 6, 2010

And da baddest izzz....

Lil' Kim.
For shit like this...

Call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, niggaz lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route


Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin
bout the clothes they be buyin
Some stores won't even let you whores in
Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass, all crews
Bitches still drinkin booze
I sip Cristal and Landcruise
Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh
Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
like the bag, the Prada mama
Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana

Can ya, picture this
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
cause ya fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours
Boring huh, I'm warnin ya
Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch

Drugs, 1996

1 comment:

  1. jacci...we zombies raise our glass to you in your joint love of lil kim!

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