she smelled like cigarettes
and her voice was partly dirty
i can smell the vodka in her breath
and i plead her beg for mercy
and when she darts she faults to alert me
mascara melting down her face and her grip stockings are flirty
and her tattoo's and hair do's will have you on a journey
and in fact you will have to buy a house in jersey
she knows where she's from
stop rewind and let's go again t-n-t on me
this is grown this is flown
cause if your feet ain't right i dispose that is
see that's steak not beefing
cause i ain't no rapper you ain't no gangster
i make your legs sore you my legs sore
stop rewind and let's go again