Some take tequila but it's poison to me Some like their cider when they herald from the west country Some keep it herbal when they want to rest their
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
with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2 3RD VERSE: when the bullets fly squat knee high, like magnum P.I. lace my chucks
I love the way she kisses on me, on me, on me, on me The way she kiss on me, on me, on me, on me Shawty she kiss on me, on me, on me You should see how
reid)* Your multilingual business friend Has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays And the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection
muted journey home And the pool player rests on another cue Last nights hero picking up his dues A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet She's staring at the
-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now (Hey) We're putting dark shades on for the cameras Take a picture now if you wanna have us With lipstick smeared across my
what we'll do I'll, be your number two I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your undercover
Doin'? Hatin' On Em' What Dey Doin'? Hatin' On Em',(Pause)Chromed Out 4-5,What You Doin'?Hatin' On Em',What Dey Doin'?,Hatin' On Em' Chromed Out 4-
girl playin' dress up Somewhere under all that lace Standin' in her mama's high heeled shoes With a lipstick covered face And here's a little boy on
Your lipstick smear across your face, Now toss your hair in dirty grace. Pink leather strap on your guitar, Now spread your legs - how bright you are.
', after the show She was a queen of the Hollywood hills Knew the stars and bars, the pimps and pills Somebody's climbin' on a greyhound tonight Too much lipstick
not disturb on that door, you see that sign There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping going down, stripping going down She know what's on
Wide eyes and corkscrew hair Tied with lace you found somewhere Hard gloss on lipstick smile Wound up tight to spin for a while Black jeans with tortured
I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick I'ma killer, youse a couch with generic I'm high powered You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the
Wit the windows tinted bout to go and slang me a thang She was lookin at herself in the mirror wit lipstick I'm thinkin to myself "30 G's wit one kick" Got my mind on
like a lace front I got the girls getting low like a bass drum I'm on some rich shit You on a bitch trip Grab your purse nigga Heres your lipstick I'
fucked up like a lace front I got the girls gettin' low like a bass drum I got some rich shit You on a bitch trip Grab ya purse, nigga Get ya lipstick
