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(feat. Miz Marvel) [Miz Marvel] It's the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands blister Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you just missed her" Daily means and whereabouts, more secret than a whisper Cut sharper than a scissor, lookin for the love elixir Like most listeners, let them know it's all in they reach Spittin my verbal attack with the impeccable speech How bout niggas, gotta keep your dog on a short leesh Got 'head speak, If not they try to play us like suckas The most commitment, wanted non commitment givin mothafuckas Not sayin that all men fall in this category But one look in his eyes and I can tell they whole story Lookin for a friend or wife for late nate creep if he's horny If he's sincere, got G, or pick up lines that corny Tryin to say that he adore me, when he don't even know me That type of weak game will leave a nigga, poor broke & lonely Willin to go and stick anything that let's em stick 'em Cuz thru all that bullshit, he's lookin for anotha victim [Chorus x2: Jeru The Damaja] Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha stick 'em Brrr, brrr, stick 'em, hahaha, stick 'em Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha stick 'em Letras de cancionesHahahahahaha [Miz Marvel] Perfect example, it was like Monday the 10th Late afternoon, just on my king and it was time well spent In any event, this niggas eyein me, it's evident Try hard to cement, to ignore his twisted compliments He seem hell bent for my time, a hundred percent Asked to come to sit at my table, if I was the age of contended And no why he would put himself thru such torment And despite the corny line, you could see the extent That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, dress me and give me dough Follow by cants and comments bout my bodies measurements I said "I don't drink moet, take loot to get bent Or use niggas to pay rent, I'm independent" His response that "You heaven sent But I haven't met a chick that ain't have a price yet" I said "Well, I must be a different type of female While bitches waitin to exhale, I plot schemes to black male Talkin bout, you wash your car, who you knew and your wealth" A new expirement, thinkin this niggas playin himself With just his arogance, not to exclude his rude attitude How he pursued, relentless references to seein me nude The wrong move, this jiggy nigga really thinks he's smooth Like he got somethin to prove, and I got nothin to lose I know his style, never ran into a femme fatale Like you hearin right now, comin thru ya ear canal I smile politely, so as not to blow my cover Carryin on conversation, knowin that I'm on some other shit Should have stopped when he had the chance to quit Talkin about his income, and how bout he wanna get some Next time we meet, he'll just be the next victim [Chorus] [Miz Marvel] Like my girl Nina, bangin body and she was cute But she'd only fuck with niggas if they had mad loot Plenty ice, nice ride, but she'd always have to drive Trying to compesate the shit, that as a youth she was deprived She survived, only to end up to being 85 Talkin bout I played that nigga, keep it real baby... From Letras Mania