Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Cappadonna, Shawn Wigs - Jellyfish lyrics

Aiyyo
Here's a little story ghetto love situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood

Yo aiyyo, I woke up early took
A stretch and a yawn
Had a 2 o'clock appointment with
This girl name Dawn
She ain't the Avon lady but
Her beauty was strong
Right before she went to rest she
Had me singin this song
She must be a special lady
And a very exciting girl i don't know
She had the high-glow's switchin
See her in the club you
Hear others chicks bitchin
But Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit
See she did 12 months over a ratchet
Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC
Taxi cab shit
Clip was hangin out her panties with
No where to stash it it was classic
Nowadays shes laid back
Helpin me perfect my rap
Only pink and smoked salmon where
She feed her cat white, furry thing
Diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached
Lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes
Cause crazy stacks
Finicky thing, her kittin drink Polar Spring
Take naps, near her jewerly box
She play with all the rings
And when she step out the tub
It's like an ill flick carmel skin
Bath and body works leave the whole room lit
Cinnamon candles, sweet side
They on relax mode
Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me
Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti
(piemonte)
She a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN

Aiyyo, she gotta be gone
Waitin on my sweet strawberry
Pecan rican LaShawn
Holdin my taffy down when I'm gone
Three fourths of her body
Always covered with clothes
Thats why I'm eatin her candy
And suckin her toes sweet sexy LaShawn
She got body like whats goin on
On some marvin gaye shit like
Lets get it onnnnn
Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn
Ayo, she a diamond in the rough
Black rose in the hood
I love my queen and she treat me good
Fuck cookin for me she stash me out when the
Feds come lookin for me
I'm not cheatin on her or beatin on her
I spend the weekend on her
We on the block when the
Bills start creepin on her
She right there when it gets sticky
She strict politic to the vicky's
And a fly aviator the color of sky
God on her side, Indian chick with cat eyes
Mad respect with the fat thighs
She busts guns for the revolution
Would straight leave her if she prostituting
Yo my girls the bomb, Intelligent mind
Sky blue louis vetton
Leg muscles, deep dimples
Body is soft she smell fresh like a new born
Pretty feet petite ass nice shoes on
The sunshine for my quiet storm
Keepin the food warm when I'm gone
It won't be long 'til I'm back to
My sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn
Hit me up baby girl, PS cappadon'

Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the
Morning still drunk off the Henn
Had a 3'oclock appointment with
This girl name Jen
You know Jen from a hundred and ten
She push the Lex Coupe
Part time fashion designer she
Work for Jet Blue
Pretty young thing, with a body like vida
Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look
Strut like a diva libra shine fine
Blow minds like dimes of a cheeba
She like it from behind, slow grind
Sometimes with her feet up
Ms bonita Applebum Bottom
Thick as a Roman column
Raw dick it down, love me
Even if I'm holdin condoms!
Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
Throwin that ass like Ciara on
The top of that whip latin decent
Velour suit with the cameltoe print
Peppermint sheer panties with
The garder-belt clips
Tattoo of a small butterfly
On her inner thigh
Even at my loneliest times you
That Jen will ride

Whether Jen, Dawn
Or Shawn it's the same situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood