Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Masta Killa - Killa Lipstick lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Masta Killa - Killa Lipstick lyrics]
Yeah, yeah we gon' get high to this
(The world's crazy, son yeah you know)
We gon' get high to this
(just something about her)
My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa
(You know, her bag was always heavy
Everytime I been around it)
We gon' get high to this
(and diners, and restaurants, I don't know)
Yeah yo
Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from
The way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, JLo, 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 calluses
Her father owned six Palestine palaces
Laying out in New York, plush 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 hit's" But niggas get fooled
By the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch
Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale
With the biscuit's 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 fucking lady
Killa, drive me half crazy
Let's go half on this baby
Killa Lipstick, k-k-killa
Yeah, this white chick from LA
She smelled 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 OJ case
When he tried on the glove
But uh, in this scenario, four AM
The bars closed, now we at it again
Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit
He's past lit
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!
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
Fucking 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
(The world's crazy, son yeah you know)
We gon' get high to this
(just something about her)
My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa
(You know, her bag was always heavy
Everytime I been around it)
We gon' get high to this
(and diners, and restaurants, I don't know)
Yeah yo
Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from
The way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, JLo, 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 calluses
Her father owned six Palestine palaces
Laying out in New York, plush 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 hit's" But niggas get fooled
By the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch
Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale
With the biscuit's 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 fucking lady
Killa, drive me half crazy
Let's go half on this baby
Killa Lipstick, k-k-killa
Yeah, this white chick from LA
She smelled 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 OJ case
When he tried on the glove
But uh, in this scenario, four AM
The bars closed, now we at it again
Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit
He's past lit
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!
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
Fucking 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