Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jellyfish, artist - Ghostface Killah.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
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 |