Queen Latifah

Queen Latifah - Name Callin’ lyrics

1 - name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin'

I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'

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? ? I'm 'bout to catch a charge

Bitches that think they hard get snuffed

Fuck the bodygaurd

They need to shut the fuck up, or step to me

All they can do is be mad at me

Bitch, don't threaten me

Niggas don't know I'm nice with these

You pay the price with these

Come by this pisces, your life cease

You couldn't see my if you looked at my life like mary

Your style is cheesy

How you gon' beef? you dairy

Better bewarey, cuz if it's necessary

Be shoot the joint, I'll leave you somethin' for the tooth fairy

And all you rappers sellin' more sex than skill, chill

I'll rip your style, all the while keep my sex appeal

Don't get it twisted yo, I never really favored you

And I was raised by my niggas from the flavor u

So fuck givin' props where they ain't due, fuck you

And that nigga who wrote the rhyme for you too

I got hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs

And you'll never be the woman that your father was

Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head south

Next bitch say somethin' worse, goin' in your mouth

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Another bitch after my crown but I don't hate her

Cuz she couldn't come up if she was gettin' fucked in the elevator

What, you thought I wouldn't check your chin?

Though I was your fuckin' friend?

See you and speak, tonight all that shit ends

Don't act extra, where you from?

High post on low income and then some

Ready to leave your gums numb

Listenin' to you is like wack sex

A premature ejactulation

A quickie, that gets me stressed

You're doin' it but it don't thrill me

Bitch, you know you feel me

Don't get scared now, time to face the real me

I'm ready to break my foot off in your anal

Ready to bring you some pain yo

Comin' up with that playdough

Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blimp

Sound like lauryn, with a dash of lil' kim

We know bootleg, korean, coughin', schemin' ho

I know it's bootleg cuz they misspelled misquito

What's worse? your press-ons, hair or gear?

I should buy your contract, put your ass on hold for another year

You picked the wrong one, so bring your click

Now we can handle this like ladies

Or care to smoke other shit

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Makes ya feel like rappers be on some bandwagon shit

But I gets boogie, quick fix with lyrics

>from toastin' too many spirits

Fuck all these cheesy bum bitches fakin' these riches

Niggas representin' for these real live niggas, '96

What the deal? chicks pimpin' they sex appeal

How you feel? (stupid!)

Got the still now, dead up in your grill

Bout to go up in your raw, so you industry whore

Never saw the lights before, now you model and floss

Overload your hold on piece, when I rock shit like this

You can't flip, cuz ? be gettin' twisted (what? )

All that high shit that you be smokin' got you buggin'

Think that you could step to my crew?

We be nut smugglin'

Turnin' rough niggas and the bitch is like what?

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