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The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch
I know you think you got it together player, but fuck the bird you with
And listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch
[Nas]
The makings of a perfect bitch
A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
Mad niggaz in this one predicament
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
You try to choose a loyal one and stick with it
My stupid dick again searching for something to jump and then start humpin'
Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing
So my experiences taught me how to come up with a plan to make a right one for the man
A toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understand
And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her
I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker
I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League
Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee
Say goodbye to the stress
What's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef
[Nas]
I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever
These surgical gloves are made of love, couldn't be better
Four cycles of blood, child birth first
MenThat's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth
Put 'em together, that's a genius, a slut and a chef
Heavy bleeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess
Holdin' the scalpel while cutting the flesh
If she survives she'll be sucking me next
Dark nipples on her Dmy taxes for the IRS
So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed
Know you mad cause you with a bitch that nag you to death
I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
Cause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heart
I smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath
[Nas]
Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets
Like Billie Holiday in Harlem
Maya Angelou's brain and some groove from Terry McMillan
Body from Ketoi Johnson and Kenya Moore and Apple Bottoms
Helping me load clips
Them Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's wit
But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without without the misses
Some words form a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist"
All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect
But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie
Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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