Ghostface Killah
Ironman
Wildflower
"That was the best fuckin I ever had."
"That's cause you been dealin with the Ace."
"You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?"
"I got business to take care of."
(Oh shit)
"Oh shit that's my old man, shit!"
"Ya better go talk to him."
No smoke in them lungs (4x)
No smoke in them lungs (4x)
I'm mind shockin body rockin earth shakin money makin
Sittin high lookin fly drinkin on the best wine
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank ho
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on the mega shit, bout to slap the bitch
She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich
It took place late night on February 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-Hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bay to my sperm
Well where's you at ho? Picky how she put in my perm
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
You crab bitch, chickenhead ho, eatin heroes
I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for once you fell off
You was my main shit, my peeps showed you up on a strength
You saw how I got down, the way a thought had you tranked
But you had to fuck this lobster-head ass nigga
I shoulda slapped him but the Gods said chillll
That's your wish for God, hand you that in the lab
I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed
You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low ho, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
We slid to the washing machine and threw it on spin
If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited, Starks make the biggest ho call rape
I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that ho
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