Killa Lipstick (feat. Method Man & Masta Killa)

Yeah, yeah

We gon' get high to this

This girl was crazy, son

Yeah

We gon' get high to this

Just something about her

My girl's a killa

You know, man, her bag was always heavy

We gon' get high to this

Every time I've been around her

In diners and restaurants, I don't love her

Hey yo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smelled

Was it baby fat J-Lo or straight Chanel

Her face belonged on a loot the video

Never too much, was the way she smiled, her face look pretty though

Hands are soft, feet no callouses

Her father own six Palestine palaces

Layin' out in New York, plush villas in Vegas

Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest

So I paused 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 your boy to the bedroom

Pop the suitcase, I'm in the lead room

This chick was loaded, equipped with fifths

Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered

You know what Ghost, I do hits, but **** 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 killin' the game, 'cause she the business

Type of chick that love you to death then leave no witness

Killa, I call you killa 'cause you slay me

Kill, you murder mami? Ooh, you such a fuckin' lady

Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby

Killa lipstick, k-k-killa

Hey yo, this white chick from LA, she smelled like Downy

Had her best friend from Jade, from Rockland County

Double coke heads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy

Listen to Prince and play with they wombs

Flight attendants out of Delta Airlines, get money girls

Traveled the world, only one did jail time

Jade, her father's a judge, same **** in the OJ case

When he tried on the glove

But uh, in this scenario, four AM

The bar's closed, now we at it again

Drunk ****, come out I'm poppin' mad shit, he's past lit

Nancy Drew, drew out of her purse, the blue steel ratchet

Didn't even say shit, she blasted, barrel smokin'

Shot the Henny out his hand for laughin'

These are my bitches, Nancy and Jade

Natural born killas, be lettin' they guns blaze, god damn

Killa lipstick, my femme fatale with the biscuits

A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list

She killin' the game, 'cause she the business

Type of chick that love you to death then leave no witness

Killa, I call you killa 'cause you slay me

Killa, you murder mami? Ooh, you suck a fuckin' lady

Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby

Killa lipstick, k-k-killa

Look, she tired of the same ol' basic, let's face it

This is how she wants to be laced, I'm rapin' it

Anywhere I'm takin' it, she lovin' how the gangsta flex

This is thug sex, Ike-in' it, nasty talk

And she likin' it, spankin' it, she bitin' the sheets

She's a freak, my view from the Embassy Suites

Is off the beach shore, Dirty woulda loved you, mami

You like it raw? A tear drop, fuckin' 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 God 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

Too expensive at one forty two

Then take Jet Blue for two into Long Beach

Rain lifted whippin' the port, from when I touch

What's up, nice up in the stairs, hit a Dutch

Killa lipstick, my femme fatale with the biscuits

A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list

She killin' the game, 'cause she the business

Type of chick that love you to death then leave no witness

Killa, I call you killa 'cause you slay me

Killa, you murder mami? Ooh, you suck a fuckin' lady

Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby

Killa lipstick, k-k-killa