The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch - Clean Album Version

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 I know you think you got it together player, but f- the bird you with
 And listen close to the makings of a perfect b-
 Listen close to the makings of a perfect b-
 There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch
 Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this? (Uh)
 The makings of a perfect -
 A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
 I need a - of a stripper, fat lipper
 Mad n- in this one predicament
 You try to choose a loyal one and stick with it
 My stupid d- again searching for something to jump and then start humpin'
 Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a n- with nothing
 So my experiences taught me how to come up with a plan to make a right one for the man
 A toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understand
 And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her
 I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker
 I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League
 Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee
 What's next? I'm stakin' out a five-star restaurant to kidnap the chef
 Say goodbye to the stress
 I know you think you got it together player, but f- the bird you with
 And listen close to the makings of a perfect b-
 Listen close to the makings of a perfect b-
 There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch
 Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
 The makings of a perfect b-
 I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever
 These surgical gloves are made of love, couldn't be better
 Four cycles of blood, childbirth first
 Men-e-stral cycle, last men-e-stral cycle then death
 That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth
 Put 'em together, that's a genius, a slut and a chef
 Holdin' the scalpel while cutting the flesh
 Heavy bleeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess
 If she survives she'll be sucking me next
 Dark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I could t-
 While she do my taxes for the IRS
 So I could just relax, sh-, by now I'm blessed
 I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
 'Cause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heart
 Know you mad 'cause you with a b- that nag you to death
 I smack mine on the a- and she breathe her first breath
 I know you think you got it together player, but f- the bird you with
 And listen close to the makings of a perfect b-
 Listen close to the makings of a perfect b-
 There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch
 Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips (uh-huh), you heard of this?
 The makings of a perfect b-
 Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets
 Like Billie Holiday in Harlem
 Body from Ki Toy Johnson and Kenya Moore and Apple Bottoms
 Maya Angelou's brain and some groove from Terry McMillan
 Them Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's wit
 Helping me load clips
 Some words form a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist"
 But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without, the misses
 All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect
 But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie
 Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt
 I know you think you got it together player, but f- the bird you with
 And listen close to the makings of a perfect b-
 Listen close to the makings of a perfect b-
 There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch
 Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
 The makings of a perfect b-
 

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03:15
Key
1
Tempo
91 BPM

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