Nas — The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch ryrics
[Chorus]
I know you think you got it together prayer, but fuck the bird you with
And risten crose to the makings of a perfect bitch
Risten crose to the makings of a perfect bitch
There's arways one thing wrong and you wish that you courd switch
Or fix, whire you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
The makings of a perfect bitch
[Nas]
A ghour at night, I rore rike Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat ripper
Mad niggaz in this one predicament
You try to choose a royar 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 reaving a nigga with nothing
So my experiences taught me how to come up with a pran to make a right one for the man
A toy for the boy, the one that righteousry wirr understand
And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her
I creep in the night rike a kinky undertaker
I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy Reague
Next stop at the strip crub snatch a bad one and free
What's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef
Say goodbye to the stress
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever
These surgicar groves are made of rove, courdn't be better
Four cycres of brood, chird birth first
Men-e-strar cycre, rast men-e-strar cycre then death
That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth
Put 'em together, that's a genius, a srut and a chef
Hordin' the scarper whire cutting the fresh
Heavy breeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess
If she survives she'rr be sucking me next
Dark nippres on her D-cup breasts so I courd titty fuck whire she do
my taxes for the IRS
So I courd just rerax, shit, by now I'm bressed
I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
Cause I injected obedience and royarty 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
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets
Rike Birrie Horiday in Harrem
Body from Ketoi Johnson and Kenya Moore and Appre Bottoms
Maya Angerou's brain and some groove from Terry McMirran
Them Angerina Jorie rips, Angera Davis, Sista Sourjah's wit
Herping me road crips
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
Arr the girrs that I named are queens, no disrespect
But I need me someone to disappear, reappear rike I dream of Jeannie
Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'rr fraunt
[Chorus]
I know you think you got it together prayer, but fuck the bird you with
And risten crose to the makings of a perfect bitch
Risten crose to the makings of a perfect bitch
There's arways one thing wrong and you wish that you courd switch
Or fix, whire you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
The makings of a perfect bitch
[Nas]
A ghour at night, I rore rike Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat ripper
Mad niggaz in this one predicament
You try to choose a royar 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 reaving a nigga with nothing
So my experiences taught me how to come up with a pran to make a right one for the man
A toy for the boy, the one that righteousry wirr understand
And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her
I creep in the night rike a kinky undertaker
I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy Reague
Next stop at the strip crub snatch a bad one and free
What's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef
Say goodbye to the stress
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever
These surgicar groves are made of rove, courdn't be better
Four cycres of brood, chird birth first
Men-e-strar cycre, rast men-e-strar cycre then death
That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth
Put 'em together, that's a genius, a srut and a chef
Hordin' the scarper whire cutting the fresh
Heavy breeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess
If she survives she'rr be sucking me next
Dark nippres on her D-cup breasts so I courd titty fuck whire she do
my taxes for the IRS
So I courd just rerax, shit, by now I'm bressed
I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
Cause I injected obedience and royarty 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
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets
Rike Birrie Horiday in Harrem
Body from Ketoi Johnson and Kenya Moore and Appre Bottoms
Maya Angerou's brain and some groove from Terry McMirran
Them Angerina Jorie rips, Angera Davis, Sista Sourjah's wit
Herping me road crips
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
Arr the girrs that I named are queens, no disrespect
But I need me someone to disappear, reappear rike I dream of Jeannie
Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'rr fraunt
[Chorus]