Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anotha Victim, artist - Jeru The Damaja.
Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anotha Victim |
It’s the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands blister |
Try to catch me but all you heard was «Damn you just missed her» |
Daily means and whereabouts, more secret than a whisper |
Cut sharper than a scissor, lookin' for the love elixir |
Like most listeners, let them know it’s all in they reach |
Spittin' my verbal attack with the impeccable speech |
How 'bout niggas, gotta keep your dog on a short leesh |
Got 'head speak, If not they try to play us like suckas |
The most commitment, wanted non commitment givin' mothafuckas |
Not sayin' that all men fall in this category |
But one look in his eyes and I can tell they whole story |
Lookin' for a friend or wife for late nate creep if he’s horny |
If he’s sincere, got G, or pick up lines that corny |
Tryin' to say that he adore me, when he don’t even know me |
That type of weak game will leave a nigga, poor broke & lonely |
Willin' to go and stick anything that let’s em stick 'em |
Cuz thru all that bullshit, he’s lookin for anotha victim |
Chorus 2X: Jeru The Damaja |
Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha stick 'em |
Brrr, brrr, stick 'em, hahaha, stick 'em |
Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha stick 'em |
Hahahahahaha |
Perfect example, it was like Monday the 10th |
Late afternoon, just on my king and it was time well spent |
In any event, this niggas eyein me, it’s evident |
Try hard to cement, to ignore his twisted compliments |
He seem hell bent for my time, a hundred percent |
Asked to come to sit at my table, if I was the age of contended |
And no why he would put himself thru such torment |
And despite the corny line, you could see the extent |
That he would go, said he’d pay my rent, dress me and give me dough |
Followed by constant comments 'bout my bodies measurements |
I said «I don’t drink moet, take loot to get bent |
Or use niggas to pay rent, I’m independent» |
His response that «You heaven sent |
But I haven’t met a chick that ain’t have a price yet» |
I said «Well, I must be a different type of female |
While bitches waitin' to exhale, I plot schemes to black male |
Talkin' 'bout, you wash your car, who you knew and your wealth» |
A new expirement, thinkin this niggas playin' himself |
With just his arogance, not to exclude his rude attitude |
How he pursued, relentless references to seein' me nude |
The wrong move, this jiggy nigga really thinks he’s smooth |
Like he got somethin' to prove, and I got nothin' to lose |
I know his style, never ran into a femme fatale |
Like you hearin' right now, comin' thru ya ear canal |
I smile politely, so as not to blow my cover |
Carryin' on conversation, knowin' that I’m on some other shit |
Should have stopped when he had the chance to quit |
Talkin' about his income, and how 'bout he wanna get some |
Next time we meet, he’ll just be the next victim |
Like my girl Nina, bangin body and she was cute |
But she’d only fuck with niggas if they had mad loot |
Plenty ice, nice ride, but she’d always have to drive |
Trying to compesate the shit, that as a youth she was deprived |
She survived, only to end up to being 85 |
Talkin' 'bout I played that nigga, keep it real baby… |