F - Girls Lyrics
Forget yourself for a day
And all your friends keep tellin you
That I'm dying
Well, I'm thinking about surviving
Now you're floating away
I know your name
I know your face like a stranger
But I'm liking the taste of the danger
So leave
And I can sell you out
I like the girls
Who like the pills
The ones that cure
The ones that kill
I like the girls
Who like the pills
I'll take my share of the blame
I smell your cigarettes
Your sex and your violence
But your love and hate
Is louder than silence
And all you want is the fame
The voice is free
But soon you'll be buying
And tv cameras
Know that you're lying
So leave
And I can sell you out
I like the girls
Who like the pills
The ones that cure
The ones that kill
I like the girls
Who like the pills
I like the girls
Who like the pills
The ones that cure
The ones that kill
(I like the girls who...)
I like the girls
Who like the pills
(I like the girls who...)
I like the girls
Who like the pills
The ones that cure
The ones that kill
(always forever...together)
I like the girls
Who like the pills
I like the girls
Who like the pills
The ones that cure
The ones that kill
(always forever...together)
I like the girls
Who like the pills
I like the girls
Who like the pills
The ones that cure
The ones that kill
(always forever...together)
I like the girls
Who like the pills
I like the girls
Who like the pills
The ones that cure
The ones that kill
(I like the girls who...)
I like the girls
Who like the pills
F - Girls Lyrics
[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don't matter what part of the world
Girls want to be part of my world
[Verse 1:]
Look, I done had my share
Bringin' round me, is a bad idea
I take Big or small, short or tall
Light or dark, I try them all
Cuz i like
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio's
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or i may date, a-rate playmate
Ten in the face, thin in the waist
Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes
Even those
Who think they the shit, on some female player shit
I keep my
Walkin' on pedicured paws
Touchin' wit' manicured claws
If you waxed down, and tanned up
so let me see ya hands up
Now
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I like my
In four inch Christian Laboutins
Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my
Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut to drive a cat nuts
I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty
No change, only got franks and fittys
Them Natural born freaks, wit blonde streaks,
Seven's on cheeks
My nothin'less than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I like my
Thug enough to cuss out cops
Wit' tits that'll bust out tops
I like my Classy and sassy,
Still know how to be nasty
i Like my
Wit' no flaws, no laws
No bra's and no draws'
Those yours
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
From the Asian to the Malaysian
I even had the Bahtian to the Caucasian
I spend most the weekend
Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican
Then again, I love Dominicians
And might be stylin' wit' a Italian
I be shakin for a Jamaican
And take by the million if they Brazilian
I'm sailin wit' a Australian
Or trafficin' wit' the south African
Panamian or Grenadian
You know I cross the border for a Canadian
I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek
Or distinguished English
I fly in for a Hawaiian
And if you dont know who i am
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desert Storm, Street family.... Fabolous
And i'm Tone the ref, let's go
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