Lyrics:
as my family straight, read this at my wake
I gave 'em The Documentary and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
I can
the windbreaker pants on
He got his dance on
He found out he's a girl rocking tampon
He got his man gone
Excuse the smokers, we meet at Strokers
Cognac cigars, play
Ooohhhh
New York City
Yeah
I'm the next cover girl for Vogue
I'm in city, I'm in the city
where all my dreams became reality, reality yeah
while
with diesel
Back up your rectal piece on prime time you little weasel
I'm comin' through with no girls in no hairdue
Cover your crotch before
and literally call destructure so no one can touch ya,
teenage girls'll love ya and models wanna fuck ya,
ice cream ya way on to somebodys magazine cover
and literally call destructure so no one can touch ya,
teenage girls'll love ya and models wanna fuck ya,
ice cream ya way on to somebodys magazine cover
a primetime magazine
Ran the cover "Is God Dead?"
No one knew the answer
At least nobody said
I waited for the virgin queen
To say "Come on back to bed"
girls, wish that they had your eyes
and boys, secretly fantasize
me, i am just mesmorized
by your every word and movement
you are, as close
to think, who's that standin' over there
Takin pictures for Rolling Stone magazine with a leash on a polar bear
Sky blue suit from Milan, girls posin their
For a girl I tried to make her some pop
But then I fucked and went back to rap
Writing new songs daily back to back
So much cash like I am running
ohh, but you knew
You, remind me of somethin' on my magazine cover
And I be Heavy D yo' in between the sheets lover
It seems to me that you ain't
destructure so no one can touch ya
Teenage girls'll love ya and models wanna fuck ya
Ice cream ya way on to somebody's magazine cover
So much money that
her while her mama home "baby, don't yell"
How many record do a nigga gotta sell
Just to get the cover of the double X L
Or Fader, fuck ya magazine
the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "X-Rated Funk"
It's just me, you say I won't go far
But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard
From here to New
studies law
I'm telling shorty I'm a writer
And as she's looking for the token
She drops a package of the EZ Rider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
too bad b*tches, charlie sheen, front cover, magazines
pull it out ..limousines
two things: charlie sheen, charlie sheen,
charlie sheen,
two
Most girls wish that they had your eyes
And boys secretly fantasize
Who me? I am just mesmerized by your every word and movement
You are close
on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is
Ooooh! Daring me girl, look at you
Comin on the block lookin fresh and brand new
Ooooh! Headwrap cover
the cover was plain
Written by a doctor with a German name
It had glossy pictures, serious stuff
I read it seven times, then I knew it well enough
(Read
to whatever side, east side, then west side
The best side of you is both sides
Stuck to my mind, my lover
Magazine cover, she every color, she dream girl
Let's
I got off the plane at the Tampa airport and walked outside into the Florida sunshine
and I was met by a tall grungy red-headed promoter guy
and his
the type to be getting high, Judge a book by its outer case
By its outer cover my girl and I could be cops
We constantly under covers, Thats a childish bar
whatever the set
The way we connect four, I'm on board
Another plane, you belong on a jet
Magazine cover girl
Fuck yo' past lovers girl
They can't do it like
She wants to be on the front page
On the cover of a magazine
She's a teenage runaway
Running down her hopes and dreams
And she wants to take a leap
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