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rza - kiss of a black widow lyrics

[ol’ dirty b-st-rd (rza)]
let me tell y’all all something motherf-ckers
(oh you complaining about that man?)
yeah them motherf-ckers belong to us
straight up, tell all ya’ll motherf-cking hoes
ya’ll motherf-ckers know what’s the f-cking time
you think we don’t love you motherf-ckers?
run in to the motherf-cking courts with all that bullsh-t motherf-ka
i’m letting all ya’ll motherf-ckers know
i’m getting tired a that sh-t
you motherf-cking triple breed motherf-ckers
b-tches we love you motherf-cka

[verse 1: rza]
bobby digi, bob digital sh-t is critical
laid the f-ck up inside the hospital
it’s a riddle of a sphinx b-tch had me jinx wid hijinx
cuban linx sn-tched from my neck
it was the s-x
this 12 ounce bottle of beck’s had me drunk
one night laid up wit the ol’ dirt and ten bags of skunk
just met this ho last month
lookin’ like a benz with a woofer in the trunk
i pushed up like a push-up stick
one hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin’ my d-ck
i said “power equal.. boo!”
where’s your people? i be bobby d-i-g-i-tal
(is that right?) word, and exact
girl you got a smile that a make a n-gga heart crack
(for real?) word, ya grill like a thousand dollar bill
close your eyes count to three and cl1ck you heels
and we could end up at my place face to face
b-tt-naked i’ll invade your inner sp-ce
-sniff- straight up boo
d-mn i can taste it!
one drop of sperm the god wouldn’t waste it
over the quilt
i rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk
and we could lay up
and i could squeeze until it tilts
my house built on stilts is bangin’ like the hilton
look, now how you feelin’ gimme some feeback boo cause i need that
(look bobby where’s the beer and the weed at?)
what girl? sh-t i got more than a little
she set me up for the kiss of the black widow

[verse 2: o.d.b]
you couldn’t get a fl1ck of the hype outfit
cause the way that i’mma dress this style is mad wild
enough to make a crowd of women scream oww!
whether at a party or just in bed
or thoughts of ason b-tch keep that in your head
my beats are funky my rhymes is funky
sometimes i say well motherf-cka what’s the recipe?
i don’t know! i ask my mama, she don’t know!
go ask ya poppa….
it’s all about me in the place to be
n-gga you all that uhhh….
motherf-cka that sh-t is jinxed it’s mad
motherf-cking game and it’s a god-d-mn shame
how many motherf-ckas wanna know this name, ason
yo i lock on p-ss the break!
shake and motivate, stimulate

[verse 3: rza]
by this wiz that you dying to have in your clutch
fall in love like a drug
call out into her love flood
f-ckin’ so much, dunn you’ll only bust blood
caught inside the scud-missle grip like tissue
now i’m laid up inside the hospital
bobby digital’s on critical
cause the t-st-cl-s is drained

[outro: rza]
huh huh
nah i ain’t doing it right, right?
huh

- rza lyrics

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