Ill Na Na 2: The Fever

The Original

Weluvche - Gay Anthem (VIBE - EP) (1).mp3

ED HARDY FITTED

Unreleased

Butterscotch

Lyrics:

Chorus 
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
(Times 5) Kitty
Meow
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
What’s that sound 
That purring getting loud 

(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
(Times 5) Kitty
Meow
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
In your mouth 
That kitty too profound

Verse 1
Flexible 
With cash 
Cant fuck with him 
he Do the most 
This cat
Is high maintenance
It’s like a ocean 
Splash
If I hit him up 
“Come over” then he dash

Pretty bitch 
Can you make that ass spin for me 
All that cash in that bag cuz you not for free 
Kitty kat way too fat 
Like a bag of cream 
And she bad
Worth a stack
With some pretty teeth

Pretty bitches only 
You and your girls fonie 
Kitty purring so loud 
You never feeling lonely 
Said she was fucking tony 
But he was mad corny
That body real slim 
And yours mad puffy

Yo Body sitting real puffy
Just like my ass
Me and my girls expensive 
We fucking up crabs
Just look at us we bad 
Can’t help but be mad 
That jaw getta dropping 
whenever you see this real figgity fat

Chorus 
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
(Times 5) Kitty
Meow
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
What’s that sound 
That purring getting loud 

(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
(Times 5) Kitty
Meow
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
In your mouth 
That kitty too profound


Verse 2
I’m just that bitch 
And man I can’t help it when a hoe be mad at the shit 
That’s why I got your man in the corner 
Ready to grip 
Yo name not on the list 
uninvited 
you gotta dip 

You know you you gotta dip
So baby getta dip-walking
She a baddy with a flatty 
Said “it won’t stop me”
My bitches escorting your hoes 
Like we some white police 
And if you gonna talk yo shit 
Make sure you cute 
At least 

Chorus 
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
(Times 5) Kitty
Meow
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
What’s that sound 
That purring getting loud 

(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
(Times 5) Kitty
Meow
(Times 6) Kitty
Meow
In your mouth 
That kitty too profound

Meow

Lyrics:

Chorus
I walk up in the spot 
Looking hot 
So nigga shoot your shot 
Feeling thott-y
You see the clock 
Don’t have to stop 
Now I got you on rock
Come Watch this spicy 
Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs 

Verse 1 
We stealing the show 
When i walk in know the code 
Nigga eyeing me 
Blinking slow 
It’s not my fault that I’m chose 

She can make that thing 
bounce and goo 
Got ya niggA steady on stone 
Bitches looking the same, Y’all clones
When I enter
They shocked, they froze

Come get your man 
Licking his lips 
Could Give a shit bout a bitch
That like to sneak diss
Way too lit
To be putting up with yo bullshit
You stiff 
Leaving the party in yo man whip 

Chorus
I walk up in the spot 
Looking hot 
So nigga shoot your shot 
Feeling thott-y
You see the clock 
Don’t have to stop 
Now I got you on rock
Come Watch this spicy 
Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs 

That Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs 

Verse 2
Oh yeah
A hottie with a body 
You never seen nothing 
Like this 
No stranger to the game 
I can teach you my ways
You like that?
The tricks that I can do
Got him paying for food 
And expenses 
Bet you wanna be like this huh

He rubbing on my feet in the car
You know you’ll never be up to par 
Classy
Hella quiet but he know I can nasty 
Yeah

Chorus
I walk up in the spot 
Looking hot 
So nigga shoot your shot 
Feeling thott-y
You see the clock 
Don’t have to stop 
Now I got you on rock
Come Watch this spicy 
Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs 
Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs

B.S.

Bankroll w/ M4RI remix

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

They call me mama
Gotta lotta sons, I don't know who the papa
Dancing on his dick, I'm doing the cha-cha
Top female rapper, I bring all the drama (Pow)
Hydra with the bob, looking like Cleopatra
Viper I can hiss, scaring hoes with my mantra
I'm the new classic, call me Lady Patra
Ain't my way, change partners, Sinatra
I can read you bitches like a book (Like a book)
Once I clock you one by one, you're shook (You're shook)
Why you worrying about me, and how I look?
Bitch I do myself, that's why I always cook
Cook cook cook, Dalla the chef
My music's too loud, got you bitches going deaf
In the game I'm number one, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
That bitch talking crazy, cause I am the best

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Bitches be biting, like they have rabies
After I joke, they crying like babies
Be a real bitch, and act like a lady
Keep using the bus, while I drive my mercedes
My money going blue, like I'm shopping at Tiffany
Flexing these bands, you know I'm Public Enemy
Your man depressed? Baby I could be the remedy
One night stand, there's no need for therapy
Bitches follow me, cause I am the leader (Uh)
They kissing my ass, they're bottom feeders (Uh)
Wishing they could get in my new two seater
Poor shilas, they're the students, I'm the teacher
Perfume I wear, that's aromatic
Men smell me, fall in love automatic (I'm hot)
Can't get enough of this face, they're fanatics
If you got a big dick, meet me at my attic (Muah)

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again (Eugh)
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan (Sit down)
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk (Yeah)
That's my motherfucking real talk (Ah-ah)
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Real Talk

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