Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jellyfish , by - Ghostface Killah. Release date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jellyfish , by - Ghostface Killah. Jellyfish |
| Aiyyo |
| Here’s a little story ghetto love situation |
| 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations |
| She was so fly, get high, well understood |
| Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood |
| Yo |
| Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn |
| Had a 2 o’clock appointment with this girl name Dawn |
| She ain’t the Avon lady but her beauty was strong |
| Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song |
| She must be a special lady and a very exciting girl |
| I don’t know, she had the high-glow's switchin |
| See her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin |
| But Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit |
| See she did 12 months over a ratchet |
| Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit |
| Clip was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it |
| It was classic |
| Nowadays shes laid back, helpin me perfect my rap |
| Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat |
| White, furry thing |
| Diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached |
| Lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes, cause crazy stacks |
| Finicky thing, her kittin drink Polar Spring |
| Take naps, near her jewerly box, she play with all the rings |
| And when she step out the tub its like an ill flick |
| Carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit |
| Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode |
| Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me |
| Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti (piemonte) |
| She a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN |
| Aiyyo, she gotta be gone |
| Waitin on my sweet strawberry pecan rican LaShawn |
| Holdin my taffy down when I’m gone |
| Three fourths of her body always covered with clothes |
| Thats why I’m eatin her candy and suckin her toes |
| Sweet sexy LaShawn, she got body like whats goin on |
| On some marvin gaye shit like lets get it onnnnn |
| Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn |
| Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood |
| I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin for me |
| She stash me out when the feds come lookin for me |
| I’m not cheatin on her or beatin on her |
| I spend the weekend on her |
| We on the block when the bills start creepin on her |
| She right there when it gets sticky, she strict politic to the vicky’s |
| And a fly aviator the color of sky |
| God on her side, Indian chick with cat eyes |
| Mad respect with the fat thighs |
| She busts guns for the revolution |
| Would straight leave her if she prostituting |
| Yo my girls the bomb, Intelligent mind, Sky blue louis vetton |
| Leg muscles, deep dimples |
| Body is soft she smell fresh like a new born |
| Pretty feet petite ass nice shoes on |
| The sunshine for my quiet storm |
| Keepin the food warm when I’m gone |
| It won’t be long 'til I’m back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn |
| Hit me up baby girl, P. S. Cappadon' |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn |
| Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen |
| You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe |
| Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue |
| Pretty young thing, with a body like vida |
| Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva |
| Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba |
| She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up |
| Ms. Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column |
| Raw dick it down, love me, even if I’m holdin condoms! |
| Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick |
| Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip |
| Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print |
| Peppermint sheer panties with the garder-belt clips |
| Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh |
| Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride… |
| Whether Jen, Dawn, or Shawn its the same situation |
| 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations |
| She was so fly, get high, well understood |
| Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood |
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