Lil' Kim - Black Friday lyrics

rate me

Roman’s Revenge, um,

you know, she just really jumped out the window

and you gotta be careful when you pick fights

and that’s what I’ve learned in this business

you just never know…

[Lil' Kim]

Shut the f-ck up

Who the f-ck want war

FedEx beef straight to your front door

It’ll be a murder scene

I’m turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th

Aight you Lil Kim clone clown

all this buffoonery, the shit stops now

time for you to lay down, I’m sick of the fraud

I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage

we all know your last name is what got you a job

you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage

since you putting on a show, you gon’ get the appaulse

clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah

this hood sh-t you and Drake ain’t built for

this the same sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for

I’m still counting what hardcore generated

bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it’s syndicated

corny broad I’ll you bloody like you menstruated

your hot air ass bitch should have been deflated

this aint a championship fight I’ve been the greatest

see the fact is, what you doing I did it

lames trying to clone my style, run with it

thats cool, I was the first one with it

you deluded kim wannabe you just hate to admit it

I’m the Blueprint you aint nothing brand new

check ya posters and videos, you’ll always be number 2

I seen ‘em come, I seen go, I still remain

sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame

I’m over 10 years strong still running the game

cut the comparisons, I’m in the legendary lane

fighting for ya spot, y’all please, I’m solidified

with my hands tied, you couldn’t beat me if you bitches tried

either you high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne on

I get top dollar for whatever my name on

go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm

I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm

black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto

Giuseppe’s when I step out, posted up in stilettos

p-ssy so pink like my kitty saying hello

if I whistle, they’ll pistol whip you in all five borough’s

I’m in Brooklyn, I’ll be everywhere comfortably

who pumped you and told you to come rump with me

you the type to run your mouth and then run from me

I’m poppin’ off in your hood with no company

come on, Queens aint showing you no love

I was there the other night poppin’ bottles with the thugs

you like Washington Heff(?) I’m Benjy.

You got a buzz right now, an’ I had a frenzy

oh yeah, welcome to the fam’, Fendi

you need to stop, you’re not hot, you’re a burning match

that means the end is near soon, copy that

oh I see, they really got you gassed like

I’mma think of the past

better slow down dummy, you bout to crash

stink p-ssy hoe, I’m giving you a bath

thermometer in hand and I’m coming for your ass

who you think you getting past

I see right through you, you’re whole sh-t is made of glass

[Nicki Minaj]

You see right through me

How do you do that sh…

[Lil Kim]

I draw back, I’m a Brooklyn thorough bred bitch

rep for my borough bitch

never been the type to have beef and try to settle sh-t

I ride out till the wheels fall off

and my n-ggas squeeze til the last shell go off

f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo’s

you’s a airhead bitch, scarecrow

haha, aint nothing old but my money bitch

hahaha, this is grown liquid assests

Benjamin’s my daddy you Young Money bastards

you and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers

I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income tax

Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great

so on my next move, I’m yelling checkmate

I smell a massacre

Charles Manson you don’t stand a chance with her

Jeffrey Dahmer you looking like lunch to me

I’m bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy

leave you’re whole head red like Peg Bundy

you’re hilarious, thanks for all the laughs

you’re garbage so I’m taking out the trash

you sh-t on me, come on baby girl

ain’t enough ass shots in the World

you’re a nuisance, you porbably steal my new sh-t

but you could never f-ck with me so chuck it up, Deuces

all around the World I ball like a ball team

I stack chips, call me Mr’s Rosteam

tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, your my offspring

Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring…