Prod. J.72 (http://www.myspace.com/universole72 )
Album coming this summer!
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Lyrics
no girl whos took breath was iller
she 1 percent substance, rest was filler
couldnt see her cold shoulders through the chinchilla
that matched wit her skin tone, like french vanilla
out lookin for them diamonds in the rough
she was sure to stay shining with them diamonds in the cut
mild-mannered dudes, she was firing them up
aint tryin to discuss, didnt mind to interrupt
just a regular show stopper..
matter fact a regular club hopper
lookin for the next hova
not the chrome-tokin thug flowa
but yes the 40-40 club owna
she aint into stayin home with familia
strange faces were much more familiar
no strings attached, no sober actions
nor drunken thoughts, she beleieved in dat
her skintone like french vanilla
(she had heaven in her eyes
but was bound by the skies)
her skintone like french vanilla
(perfume and makeup
first thing when she wakes up
her skintone like french vanilla
(i cant even describe
someone half that fly)
her skintone like french vanilla
(angel on her left
two devils on her right) 110
just a lost soul at the crossroads
of where souls are sold for a whole lotta dough
where u cling to the being with the hotta flow
or take the long route around for ya pot of gold
see she aint bet on good grades for the honor roll
shes playin dice, placed her whole life on a roll
she place judgement...she aint trust men (why?)
cus she never had a man play the father roll
and now its probable...that ever man in her life
aint tryna stick around after they pipe
now she tense on em saturday nites
but believe that she gon put out for them camera lights
sick of bein an extra, gettin sticked by directors
hopin they gon make sure that her fashions right
where the flash is bright, where they clap tonight
encore, want more of the flashing lights
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