Rhymes
Dis shit
Play'a
This shorty gonna try dis shit
Hit em' up style wit dis flava bit
Find'n my place, find'n my name
Come on out, cause we gonna git lit

Im about to turn dis around
This is also a gurls game now
Any foo who gits in my way
Is gonna be in my burial groun

All these guys talk'n bout their bitches n hoes
But I can see right thru u'r amature flows
Always puttin down the female race
Betta watch out when they put u in ur place

Now I dont got a rep for bein bad
Dont fuck the play'as or dress scantily clad
Im a good gurl n I dont lie
Came to you from da West Coast side

Makin my name across this town
No matta whats said, never back'n down
Bein shutdown, riped my heart out wit his hand
Invested a year of my life wit dis man
But Im back on track in dis single life
U'll git wit me wit the right role of u'r dice

Dont dare be a play'a, dont play that game
Treat me good, and i'll treat u the same
Come over here baby, we can have a fun time
I'll git you high witout spend'n a dime

Im dat street walk'n, talk'n, bit'n my lip gurl
The virgin catholic private school gurl
Here to show ya what Im all about
I'll blow u'r mind wit a kiss to da mouth

Got my 50 dolla bills
n sexy thrills
my ice so icy
it'll give ya the chills


Come on over
Sar's Spit
Muzic's a blarin
Clothes a darin
Blunts a sharin
Playas a starin
Gonna git this party goin
Rhymes a flowin
Thongs a showin
Skins a glowin
This shits a growin, While I...
Strollin in grabbin a drink
See ya starin, give ya a wink
Starin at ya without a blink
Come on ova, tell me what ya think
Dancin wit u'r body gainst mine
Now I know u know I think your fine
We got all night cause its only nine
Your touch sendin shivers up my spine
Makin me sweat
Dont stop yet
Boy your set
To git me wet
So lets take another toke
Grab a rum n coke
Enjoy this last song
Before we'r up and gone
This is da gurlz game now
And it ain't the same
Why u still tryin' it aight worth the pain
Yer head ain't workin', its way to slow
You smoke to much dope n' it shows in yer flows
We come into the room, with 1 look yer like whoa
We git up in yer face n' we start the show
I start spittin ma rhymes from beginin' to end
Then i head home n' grab a pad n' a pen
Ma words start flowin' like it some kinda joke
Then I load up a bowl n' take a couple of tokes
Go back at it, start breakin' it down
My name will be well know all over tha town
Cuz dis is da gurlz game now
And it ain't da same
Why you still tryin it ain't worth the pain
Yer head ain't workin', its way to slow
You smoke to much dope n' it shows in yer flows
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