Ghostface Killah Killa Lipstick Lyrics

Killa Lipstick Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, we gon' high to this

  (The world's crazy, son yeah, I know)

We gon' high to this

  (Just something about her)



My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa

  (You know, her bag was always heavy)

We gon' high to this

  (Every time I been around it)

  (And diners and restaurants, I don't know)

Yeah, yo



Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell

Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel

Her face belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too Much'

The way she smile, her face look pretty, though



Hands is soft, feet, no calluses

Her father owned six pallets in palaces

Laying out in New York, crush villas in Vegas

Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest



So I, pause the small talk, made her a drink

Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked

Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom

Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room



This chic was loaded, equipped, with fifs

Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered

"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" but niggas get fooled

By the sexiness, I'm a real gritty bitch



Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits

A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list

She killing the game, 'cuz she the business

Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness



Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me

Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady

Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby

Killa lipstick, k-k-killa



Aiyo, this white chick from L.A., she smell Downy

Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County

Double coke heads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy

Listen to Prince and play with they womb



Flight attendants out of Delta Airline, get money girls

Traveled the world, only one did jail time

Jade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the OJ case

When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four AM

The bars closed, now we at it again



Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past it

Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchet

Didn't even say, shit, she blasted, barrel smoking

Shot the Henny out his hand for laughing

These are my bitches, Nancy and Jade

Natural born killas be letting they guns blaze, goddamn



Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits

A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list

She killing the game, 'cuz she the business

Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness



Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me

Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady

Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby

Killa lipstick, k-k-killa



Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face it

This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it

Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex

This is thug sex, ikeing it, nasty talk



As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheets

She's a freak, my view from the embassy suites

Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami

'€œYou like it raw?'€? A tear drop, fucking you slow



I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet

If I switch beats and hit you from angles, you might breathe

You know the girl body make healthy wise seeds

You, plus a glass of weed, is all he need



You could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to Mars

To expensive, barely one forty two

They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach

Rain left the [Incomprehensible], for when I touch

Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch



Killa lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits

A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hit list

She killing the game, 'cuz she the business

Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness



Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me

Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady

Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this, baby

Killa lipstick, k-k-killa