Corrine Jasmin - Switchblade!

Young poetic nigga
I'm wise like your grandmama
Keep the skin silky smooth
Like the shoes of your grandfather
Switchblade on my hip
Gotta protect your granddaughter
Guarantee the fit'll kill you
Make you wish you tried harder
I don't shoot guns, but I murder with the pen
Keep the hair a lil nappy
I don't need no bobby pin
And the flow so dirty make you take a shower 'gain
All up in your dreams
But my name ain't Peter Pan
All up in your dreams
I'ma make your baby jealous
Ain't Nuttin but a dawg
Oh, baby I'm not Elvis
You cannot sell this
Damn right I groove this pelvis
Damn right I groove this pelvis
Damn right I
I dizz it, does like a sound you never heard before
I dizz it does it, so you come around and ask for more
I dizz it does it, baby make your jaw hit the floor
I dizz it does it, leave my dirty shoes at the door
Born with style I don't play around
I'll only say it one time bitch I wipes it down
He on is way now
All shots, no fouls
Giving all shots, no fouls
One for the money two for the empathy
Bitches want my job, but they could not step to me
They could not step to me
They could not step to me
They could not step to me
They all want my job but they could not step to me
One for the money two for the energy
Bitches want my job, but they could not step to me
They could not step to me
They could not step to me
They all want my job but they could not step to me
I'm on my journey yeah I'm doing what I can to grow
I'm like the toy at the bottom of the cereal
Think I don't want success
Boy is you cereal?
I'ma keep going whether not you see me though
I'm a star whether not you see me glow
I'ma make you feel what you never felt before
I'ma make you feel what you never felt before
And you know I'm banging, bangin'
Bangin at the front door
All my enemies still follow on social sites
I know me cheesin' got em all staying up at night
I know me cheesin' gotta make em lose they appetite
I know me cheesin' gotta make em wanna come and fight
One for the money two for the empathy
Bitches want my job, but they could not step to me
They could not step to me
They could not step to me
They all want my job but they could not step to me
One for the money two for the energy
Bitches want my job, but they could not step to me
They could not step to me
They could not step to me
They all want my job but they could not step to me
So I keep em on they toes
Like a Black Mirror episode
How you do it Corr?
Man they'll never know
How you do it Corr?
Man you know I always show
This exactly how we coming though

Written by:
Corrine Jasmin

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