Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killa Lipstick, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Killa Lipstick |
| 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 Palestine palaces |
| Laying out in New York, plush villas in Vegas |
| Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest |
| So I, pause the smooth 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 check was loaded, equipped, with fifths |
| Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered |
| «You know what, Ghost, I do hits» But niggas get fooled |
| By the sexyness, I’m a real gritty bitch |
| Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits |
| A hit chick, now I’m number one on her hitlist |
| 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 |
| Yeah, this white chick from L.A., she smelled like Downy |
| Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County |
| Double cokeheads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy |
| Listen to Prince and play with they wombs |
| Flight attendant out of Delta Airline, get money girls |
| Travelled the world, only one did jail time |
| Jade, her father’s a judge, same nigga in the O.J. |
| case |
| When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four A. M |
| The bars closed, now we at it again |
| Drunk nigga, come out I’m popping mad shit, he’s past lit |
| 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… god damn! |
| 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, Iking 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 with angles, you might breathe |
| You know the Godbody 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 escaping at, one forty two? |
| They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach |
| Rain lifted whipping the port, from when I touch |
| Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch |