turbo t. double - number 8 lyrics
since the beat is crazy i speak of a sweet lady. a truly unique baby with a beautiful smile such a beautiful style. her dress code is cold. het dress hold is bold, as though she’s golding. nope, she’s not a gold digger. and i’m not saying that i’m broke, but i was making minimum wage if i don’t get me a raise, she’s going to still be okay, cause she is the type that doesn’t have to have her way. she’s selfless, not selfish, and as far as her presence, she’s presently precious, incredibly gorgeous. she’ll forever be cherished, and never be tarnished. to make her more fly, she don’t lie, she’s honest, and i like that. so, if she leaves she’ll be right back on time. she’s so fine, and exquisite. she’s the type you might want to live with. i’m bugging out, because i doubt she exists
yessssssss
since the beat is hot i’ll speak of what’s not, which is the woman who is running in a circle in the block. you know the type without pride, that will judge you by your ride. whether or not your fitted, because she’s in it for material. she’s unclean mentally, and even physical. she says she’ll cook for you, but instead she fixes cereal. here goes your rice crispies, and your cheerios, your cocoa and fruity pebbles, that’s what you have to settle for. more or less she’s steady stressing over dumb stuff. plus she lies all the time, man, no trust. no job, no car, so she catch the bus. no life, peace out girl catch dust. that’s the only way you’ll ever be missed (mist). honey i’d rather eat gl-ss than to give you a kiss. now you might think i’m cold when i flow like this. but now i’m feeling kind of low, because i know she exists
yessssssss
and if her existence isn’t evident. it’s usually beauty, and not intelligence that usually woos or confuses a gentleman into believing she is truly heaven sent. if she’s not artistic, she’s irrelevant. she has to have some cl-ss, can’t be ignorant. must be independent, so she cannot keep calling me, calling me like cleo. she could be jamaican, or she could be korean, cause race is not an issue. her taste, and her face, they both must be official. crystals couldn’t shine how she’s shining it. she could be a star like the top of the heineken bottle. hey, her body is bottle shaped. she could be a star like the side of a bathing ape
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