kinda weak...recorded like 3 am jus tryin to get use to the pre amp
female rapper, hip hop, remy martin
Lyrics
Fuck old school, im on a roll wit this rap shit
I get cash, no one told you? im that bitch
Act quick, neva think, horns wit a set of wings
As far as boys? Jus my voice get they head to spin
At first I let him think I’m sprung, he’s my everything
Finish quick as it began, on to bigger better things
But keep the wedding ring, drop it at the pawn shop
Got these bitches on lock, wrong time wrong spot
On top (yea) muthafucka and im stayin there
Tell these otha suckas not to quit their fuckin day career
Cuz I aint playin fair if nobody else is
I’m holdin the belt, aint letting go man I’m selfish
[talking]
I took a little time to concentrate on getting signed
Threw out the writtin lines, flipped the style, n switched the rhymes
But now I’m getting mines, back like I neva left
Hit the ciphers loud, now I rap wit a better rep
Let em check, let em dig up dirt man
They don’t give up? Fuck it they gonna get rushed first hand
(damn) aint recorded in months
But imma give em what they itchin for, deliver what the audience wants
They want gaangstaa? Im so low in the ac
Wit a 9 in my lap, 4-4 in the back
Po po on my ass , imma save em time, keep it ridin throw the body out
Both toes wit a tag
Don’t matta though, you wont blow witcha raps, so so on a track,
Flow so unattractive
But me? Im so ova the average, jus needa a Dutch Master the dro n the matches bitch
