โหลดเพลง mp3 Killa Lipstick (explicit Album Version) - Ghostface Killah

Killa Lipstick - Ghostface Killah
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 fucking 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 fucking 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, 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
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 fucking lady
Killa, drive me half crazy
Let's go half on this baby
Killa Lipstick, k k killa