Kiss of a Black Widow Lyrics

Let me tell y'all ho something motherf**kers
(Oh, you complaining about that man?)
Yeah, them motherf**kers belong to us
Straight up, tell all y'all motherf**king hoes

Y'all motherf**kers know what's the f**king time
You think we don't love you motherf**kers?
Run in to the motherf**king courts
With all that bullshit motherfuka

I'm letting all y'all motherf**kers know
I'm getting tired a that shit
You motherf**king triple breed motherf**kers
Bitches, we love you motherf**ka

Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
Laid the f**k up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched from my neck, it was the s*x

This twelve ounce bottle of bex had me drunk
One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this hoe last month
Lookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the trunk

I pushed up like a push-up stick
One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my d**k
I said "Power equal, boo"
RZA people I be Bobby D I G I too

(Is that right?)
Word, and exact
Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack
(For real?)

Word to grill like a thousand dollar bill
Close your eyes count to three and click you heels
And we could end up at my place face to face
Butt-naked I'll invade your inner space

Straight up boo, damn I can taste it
One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it over the quilt
I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk
And we could lay up and I could squeeze until it tilts
My house built on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton

Look how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo 'cause I need that
(Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
Look, girl, shit I got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow

You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit
'Cause the way that I'ma dress this style is mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream oww
Whether at a party or just in bed

Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your head
My beats are funky, my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I say, well, motherf**ka what's the recipe
I don't know, I ask my ma, she don't know, "Go ask ya poppa"

It's all about me in the place to be, nigga you all that uh
Motherf**ka that shit is due it's mad
Motherf**king game and it's a God-damn shame
How many motherf**kas wanna know this name, Ason

Yo, I lock on, pa*s the break
Shake and motivate, stimulate

By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug, call out into her love flood
f**k dunno you only bust blood
Caught inside the scud-missile grip like tissue

Now I'm laid up inside the hospital
Bobby Digital's on critical
'Cause the testicles is drained

Huh huh
Nah, I ain't doing it right, right?
Huh

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