The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch

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I know you think you got it together player, but fuck the bird you with

And listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch

Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch

There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch

Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?

The makings of a perfect bitch

[Nas]

A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife

I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper

Mad niggaz in this one predicament

You try to choose a loyal one and stick with it

My stupid dick again searching for something to jump and then start humpin'

Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing

So my experiences taught me how to come up with a plan to make a right one for the man

A toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understand

And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her

I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker

I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League

Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee

What's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef

Say goodbye to the stress

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[Nas]

I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever

These surgical gloves are made of love, couldn't be better

Four cycles of blood, child birth first

Men-e-stral cycle, last men-e-stral cycle then death

That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth

Put 'em together, that's a genius, a slut and a chef

Holdin' the scalpel while cutting the flesh

Heavy bleeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess

If she survives she'll be sucking me next

Dark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I could titty fuck while she do

my taxes for the IRS

So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed

I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god

Cause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heart

Know you mad cause you with a bitch that nag you to death

I smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath

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[Nas]

Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets

Like Billie Holiday in Harlem

Body from Ketoi Johnson and Kenya Moore and Apple Bottoms

Maya Angelou's brain and some groove from Terry McMillan

Them Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's wit

Helping me load clips

Some words form a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist"

But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without without the misses

All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect

But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie

Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt

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