Lyrics:
is thankful for his daughter
While we all in the backseat of my Impala
Hut one, hut two, hike, hike, hike
They don't know about the scratches on my
I walk in this b****, like a motherf***in' villain (villain, villain, villain)
Uh, I'm just tryna bring cool back
Can't too many motherf***ers pull
But we save that like Dickie told
Pills and potions like Nikki told
Why you saying shit you were strictly told
Now you think you cool with a risky pole
niggaz out my face
Don't have time for phony ass smiles and all the fake praises and
I see u working followed by smirking, half daps and waves, man
It's
time in my life, I'm doing my schtick
I, I, I, I wanna stand in this
Pop star frenzy
Girls getting praise, look at Nikki look at Katy
Chew it up
took me nineteen years to find my identity
Went to school on some extra cool, TU, Number one HBCU
I was glad that the Lord found me, because he was
traffic
Y'all said y'all ran the city, lol, sis, what happened
I'm talkin' Vae or Nikki when I say my sis be rappin
I'm talkin' all you mad bitches when I
made Forbes' "30 Under 30," I might go flood out my girl's (Wrist)
See-through Louboutin heels, I might just blood out my girl's (Kicks)
Man's doing
Always done up
You the reason that the sun come up
Queen you looking gorgeous
Knock me off my feet when you walking by my office
I step cautious
I don't
Nikki Sixx
Bangin' heads with the rest of the Crüe
I had a crush on the girl from the cradle of love
Whatever happened to you?
Jump for my love by my
gotta cough
How does it feel for you to be with the real,
On my heels, an smack right-a-side a boss
I'm mixin my liquor, belligerent stripper
Spill
make you uncomfortable
I am not a high heel
Show me loyal first
I'ma put money in your purse
If it's real then I choose you
Try my best to give you
the police
Strap it went buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
Dirt on her heels wind on her back
Laughter silenced by the drone
gotta cough
How does it feel or you to be with the real
Of the heels that's smack right-side a boss
I'm mixin' my liquor, belligerent stripper
Spill
even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers
Now all I want to do is get in where I fit in
Shake my ass with the baddest pidgeon with her wig
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
knife and my shooter,
My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side.
And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy,
That the cowboys may drink as they carry me
I sit back relax
Rolling with the vibes
Girls sitting on my lap
While to homies by my side
Toking on the haze
Kill a beat while we blaze
No stress
Rappers know I'm Kool, rappers know I'm Keith
Like Charlie Brown, good grief
I see rappers I know they turned African
I just pedal my bike, then I laugh
call me Vik"
Okay, I did a full inspection
Head-to-toe, he rocked black denim (M-m-m)
Flashed the grin, sweet as sin
Said to him: "Hey, my name's Nikki
greens do
Yall don’t know what I been through
But by the end of the night I’mma stick d***k inside her gene pool
We Been cool since high school didn’t know
greens do
Yall don’t know what I been through
But by the end of the night I’mma stick d***k inside her gene pool
We Been cool since high school didn’t know
problem
There's something deep inside me and I
Can't seem to resolve it
My worst days, man I just want to revolver
My best days I'm blinded by all this fog
hold on (Hold on, hold on)
Oh
Your sex appeal, your sex appeal
Is oh so real, it’s oh so real
You got me trippin I cant hold my cool (Hold my cool)
What
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