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princess superstar - who writes your lyric كلمات الأغنية

(c. kirschner)
produced by concetta kirschner for concetta music (bmi). additional production by curtis curtis for the vertical corporation (bmi). guitar by pete kohl. b-ss by walter sipser

i’m the flyest mc the finest mc the nicest mc oh that’s boring see
there’s another mpc so why you think most hip-hop sounds the same except for me?
cryptic kick sh-t from the crypt s-d-stic lick hits with wit i’m quick
rip crickets in a wicket i’m plain wicked thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick
i wreck sh-t on the next sh-t spit it in ya ear bit like a qtip
big silly b-tch wickedy witch lickety split in a sitch no d-ck but talk big carry a big stick
so i’m a girl, yeah i’m white and i write all night with a bare swingin light
on the computer alright a producer alright
i produced this song- so you know who you are you know you were wrong
no i was not in that p-rn on golden blonde got it goin on more james bond than sean john
conned james cahn for a ticket to cannes and i love ferris bueller like tchhickachickkaa
please don’t ask me who writes my lyrics
i’ll spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it
don’t ask me who writes my lyrics
d-mn ya you’re enamored i’m a slam ya hotter than your can down in alabama
where’s my camera i need a kodak moment of the moment i made you feel like hammer
son of sam? i’m the daughter of sam, slaughter a man on the microphone
pardon me ma’am was that part of a man or your son i just whipped on the mic and sent home
big quick sh-t new york- stockholm
kike and a wop wipin a c-ck walkin the block drop ya jaw to jock to your sock
i get that a lot yeah stop take stock shhh let me show you what i got
made up my mind- like made it up i imagined it-i don’t got a mind i abandoned it in a cabinet
so i could be a candidate for writin a few hits walkin a few pits and cashin in on that sh-t
i put out my first tape in ’94 if you got one, i’ll buy it
i don’t got one no more it was called mitch better get my bunny
that sh-t was sh-tty but funny i admit it was dumb but i did it with no money
in 9-5 my first cd called strictly platinum but it didn’t go platinum it went back to them
and instead of waitin for someone to put me on
i started a label ran it ’til the money was gone, then came along, then was gone,
money money money, don’t try to make it with your songs
but like salt ‘n pepa in el segundo we push it a long (push it!)
and then fat beats wouldn’t take my last lp
so i got egg beaters threw em back at the backpacks on 6th ave. p-ssin me
at the bagel buffet planted a bomb next to grays
and when the records rained i sold ’em back for double to fat beats in la
it’s all ok ’cause when fat beats still wouldn’t distribute my record
i renamed it-pharoah monch featuring chubby checker
ha ha mic wrecker don’t sleep, princess superstar â

- princess superstar

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