"BRAZILIAN WAX" lyrics
Yes
Check, check, check, check, check
We have everything we need, yeah
My life is like a movie, so the people film my pain
They'll steal your whole style and never mention ya name
The energy divine, just ask Lorraine
The money get funny, you'll be pawning ya chain
Mark Twain, ii don't complain, I just board the plane
I just opened a lane, soft spoken but she doper than veins
Got a mop for the opps, so they can soak up the stains
Penny for your thoughts, nigga, that's a—
I promised I wouldn't need you
They promised they wouldn't leave you
Success keeps calling, I'm riding with Mr. Peeples
You gon' pay me what you owe, like ya last name Teagle
In my mind I'm top five, next to Meek and Beanie Sigel
In my crate like a needle, they see me, they faint, they feeble
Turn me to the Max Keeble, my flow gas like diesel
My brother turnt his back, it hurt me, I can't front
All you had to do was grind to get exactly what you want
You a chump, shit, I got you out ya slump
I gotta hand it to you 'cause that's exactly what you want
Man, this ain't my first rodeo, blacking out in my Replicas
The more I get to know you, the more I think less of ya
These Internet nigga just type in Helvetica
Don't believe the hype, speak Halle of me Jessica
Losing Isaiah, you clowns losing ya marbles
Your mouth washed, you should gargle, you have nothing to borrow
The vision tunnel, no carpal, you sleep, I might alarm you
Yeah, I'm sorry for the weight, Arnold!
Wait!
Go outside and see clones, you're never truly alone
That may go over ya head, hm, you know a drone?
Wish I didn't miss you, tears dropping to Angie Stone
Gate-keeping I don't condone, sitting cozy on my throne
What's the problem with these nigga always hating on a queen?
Why they so intimidated by my presence? It's pristine
Cranking up my aura, I am hip-hop's daughter
All you do is make up lies, heard they hiring at Sephora
This a classic Diadora, here to restore the order
I can bring ya boys horror, oh, she popping 'cause I taught her, yes
Check, check, check, check, check
We have everything we need, yeah
My life is like a movie, so the people film my pain
They'll steal your whole style and never mention ya name
The energy divine, just ask Lorraine
The money get funny, you'll be pawning ya chain
Mark Twain, ii don't complain, I just board the plane
I just opened a lane, soft spoken but she doper than veins
Got a mop for the opps, so they can soak up the stains
Penny for your thoughts, nigga, that's a—
I promised I wouldn't need you
They promised they wouldn't leave you
Success keeps calling, I'm riding with Mr. Peeples
You gon' pay me what you owe, like ya last name Teagle
In my mind I'm top five, next to Meek and Beanie Sigel
In my crate like a needle, they see me, they faint, they feeble
Turn me to the Max Keeble, my flow gas like diesel
My brother turnt his back, it hurt me, I can't front
All you had to do was grind to get exactly what you want
You a chump, shit, I got you out ya slump
I gotta hand it to you 'cause that's exactly what you want
Man, this ain't my first rodeo, blacking out in my Replicas
The more I get to know you, the more I think less of ya
These Internet nigga just type in Helvetica
Don't believe the hype, speak Halle of me Jessica
Losing Isaiah, you clowns losing ya marbles
Your mouth washed, you should gargle, you have nothing to borrow
The vision tunnel, no carpal, you sleep, I might alarm you
Yeah, I'm sorry for the weight, Arnold!
Wait!
Go outside and see clones, you're never truly alone
That may go over ya head, hm, you know a drone?
Wish I didn't miss you, tears dropping to Angie Stone
Gate-keeping I don't condone, sitting cozy on my throne
What's the problem with these nigga always hating on a queen?
Why they so intimidated by my presence? It's pristine
Cranking up my aura, I am hip-hop's daughter
All you do is make up lies, heard they hiring at Sephora
This a classic Diadora, here to restore the order
I can bring ya boys horror, oh, she popping 'cause I taught her, yes
