Sexy and Smooth R&B
I gotta give my thanks to HnS, Young Bucks, and Barbell Records in New Jersey.
Lyrics
2x
who am i?
Lady D
Nigga's wanna come and battle rap
well fuck that, get ur stap, we can do it like that
i'm quick to shoot'cha right back,
i'm a bitch, flip the switch, gettin' rich,
lettin'niggas feel the hits, while they droolin bout my tits,
but u soon to feel my clips, cuz i gots to
pop you, shoulda kept it in, but i'm hot boo, not you
god knew, it was destined to come,
make this a lesson to run, or take in less of that rum
i keep some gloss and a gun, i keep on flossin for fun
i'll creep the pockets of bums, watch it we not where u from
here on 2 dash seven, u move passed heaven
aint no steppin', quit the testin', 'fore i use that weapon
ya'll dude's stop bettin' man, i'll go and wet'cha man
quick to dice roll for nice dough, and spend a grand...
my names well known, these flames well blown
i'll throw stones, into ya made-well home,
so if u got a glass house, i'll take ya ass out
females gettin' mad now, they gettin' blast down,
it aint me u dispisin, so keep on recognizin'
you cowards keep on hidin' in the whips u ride in
i keep on gettin by man, i shoot'cha ass side hand
never tick me off, or think me soft, or u gon' die man
i use that fire slang so listen up closely
i'll cut'cha up and bag ya up like i was packing up grocieries
it's me who show mostly, how to flow grossly
i pick it up, then rip it up,i leave the mic roastin
2x
who am i? (who, who)
Lady D
this is the last time i'm warnin',
make ya buster's stop mornin'
i'll peel ya wig back homie,
leave it the same as Alonzo Mournin's so
if comin roamin' then ya besta bring my dough in
cuz i'll leave ya soul soarin'
through them cloudy skies and cold winds
i body guys knowin',
my hobbies nice flowin,
my shottie knocks doors in if ya parties Marty-Cohen
YOU can probly sneek a show in
but my body-gaurds is holdin'
a holster wit four-fives
and chrome nines homie
i'll fuck 'round and
throw knives to both eyes homie
if ya touch mines we'll swarm minds
like bee-hives homie
i'm the kitty of the litter, but aint one here pussy
i'm runnin' wit the trigger like my boys do rookies
ya'll sum boy group cookies, and i'm eatin ya up
like we was still in elementary
and i'm stealin' ya lunch..
