Killa Lipstick

Yeah, yeah, we gon' high to this
 (The world's crazy, son yeah, I know)
 We gon' high to this
 (Just something about her)
 My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa
 (You know, her bag was always heavy)
 We gon' high to this
 (Every time I been around it)
 (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, 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 calluses
 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 small 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 chic was loaded, equipped, with fifs
 Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered
 "You know what, Ghost, I do hits" but niggas get fooled
 By the sexiness, I'm a real gritty bitch
 Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
 A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list
 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
 Aiyo, this white chick from L.A., she smell Downy
 Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County
 Double coke heads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy
 Listen to Prince and play with they womb
 Flight attendants out of Delta Airline, get money girls
 Traveled 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 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, goddamn
 Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
 A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list
 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, ikeing 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 from angles, you might breathe
 You know the girl body 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 expensive, barely one forty two
 They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach
 Rain left the [Incomprehensible], for when I touch
 Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch
 Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
 A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list
 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