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d_cider – lil’ lola lyrics

[intro]
lil’ lola!!
lil’ lola!!
heeeey!!
lil’ lola!!

[chorus: d_cider] x4
she dance on poles
she turn on owls
li’lola good at making n-gg-s pay when they p-ss through, e-tolls
night hour, it don’t matter, she gon’ strip ’til she on eve’s clothes

[verse 1: d_cider]
she rolls her eyes, n-gg-s fall for it
demands a quickie with the seductive look,f-cks a n-gg- better than the girlfriend she good at it
tough don’t shed a tear
swear
she swings backforth
pole up she goes
down she free fall
tender touch sweet talk
on the ear infidelity fiends on
pool of liquor spill
best advice don’t use no cloth, mop on
ooh all behind she bands
ooh n-gg-s wowing fans
whistles and stares
physique they l-st her, her feelings and heart, n-body cares
trouble shoots in the club, it hard to dark bullets with all these disco lights
sc-mbags camouflaged is designer suites
bottles flying,straight dumpies, ciders, n-body will to die or save her
simple cigarette to chain-smokers, naked eye crave her
n-gg-s only care about their bona
they don’t look through the women, sona
just an easy money making b-tch, satisfying wife can do needs
for all she knows, all these n-gg-s reach
personally, she takes it as community service, outreach
school was way too expensive so her corporate dreams were far-fetched
all she could secondly do is to make n-gg-s l-st her
september 22, who could have thought, we’d see the last of her

[verse 2: d_cider]
doctor d_cider at the pub stressing it out with a couple of bottles
familiar faces make me feel strange, i kind of recognize her when we was toddlers
but f-ck it i’m probably drunk
i just wanna beat up a punk
n-gg-s treat women like the court, dribble and slam dunk
treasure got me thinking what’s in the trunk
as the cigarette burn, so i ash in my business card
she saw the “dr”, double checking, follow me, pull me in a dark corner asked about my profession
“is you a surgeon?” i need to off load
i got a confession
i stop her i tell her she had too much to drink for the night,“i’ll call you a cab”
she like “h-ll no! i ain’t on about that sadly i would have loved to but i don’t wanna be your one night stand!”
i could feel the statement approaching
“i-i-i wanna have an abortion”
“but the constitution don’t allow shiii”
“i can’t afford a balanced meal, plus who gon’ support me” then she gave me a wilding hand with a “psssh”
she walked away, i held her hand “what’s your name?”
“lil’ lola!”
she forwards me a fake i’d “i’m like what the h-ll is this?”
she on some i don’t do it gladly
everybody has his own way of making living, in reality i’m under sixteen

[verse 3: d_cider]
indulging in a culture against nature
against nature
who am it to judge her?
only high power can hold a grudge on her
rather crush her
conscience won’t allow me and my scissors
so i came with a baby too big for operation
with a lil’ abbreviation
you opt to rate
lil’ lola i can’t live with the fact that i know at the back of my head new born babies are blessing
ironically i let her enjoy the indigenous game of nine months skipping, skipping periods
flat stomach went buff like she was on steroids
i don’t mean to crack jokes but someone had to break the ice take away her mind from the shit they write on the tabloids
she giggle
a little
only did i make her feel like she was the luckiest
never understood her words, before dawn is the darkest
september 22
cold weather in the cape
if your ears are sensitive, i’d advice you to cease listening to this tape

[outro: d_cider]
caught in empathy
constant cough, weeping silently
stomach this my heart soak
she never knew her father, f-ck that oke
her water broke
blood splash, small feet sprout
her heart stop beating, a maternal transfer of the heartbeat from the mother to the son
all that’s left of li’lola, its this baby crying on my arm

is this baby crying on my arm?

[new born baby cries]

- d_cider lyrics

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