Every second, every minute
Man, I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad b#tch, put your hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high
Tell ’em dim the lights down right now
Put me in the mood
I’m talkin’ about dark room, perfume, go, go
You recognize my fragrance
Yup i know you like the way i smell
You my 2Pac to my janet baby
I would let him get it in a heart beat
I put my hands up high when he
Stick it in baby it feels so good
I know that he want my sh#t ouu
My sh#t is so good it make him c#m
Very quick and i love it like that
I smell good like rihanna boy
Who can’t resist to hit my big #ss
I got a big #ss like nicki and it shake good
Like beyoncé he want a bad island girl
To go and suck his dick
Island girls do it better than most
Of the other b#tches
I got two men that i am seeing at the same
Time and they both got good sh#t
But young firm’s is better than ever
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
Every second, every minute
Man, I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad b#tch, put your hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high
Tell ’em dim the lights down right now
Put me in the mood
I’m talkin’ about dark room, perfume, go, go
I really hope you play this, ’cause ol’ girl
You test my patience
With all these seductive photographs
And all these one-off vacations you’ve been takin’
Clearly a lot for me to take in, it don’t make sense
Young East African girl, you too
Busy f#ckin’ with your other man
I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your momma to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you’re gonna need someone
When you figure out it’s alright here in the city
And you don’t run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life
But g#dd#mn, you got adjusted
I mean, I write poems in these songs
Dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin
And your big #ss in that sundress, ooh
Good God, what you doin’ that walk for?
When I see that thing move
I just wish we would fight less and
We would talk more
They say communication
Save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs
Unless I write ’em down for real, P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
Every second, every minute
Man, I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad b#tch, put your hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high
Tell ’em dim the lights down right now
Put me in the mood
I’m talkin’ about dark room, perfume, go, go
And they’ll forever out ya
That’s why you always quiet
Your the reason people think rap is poetic sh#t
Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system
When it come to pistols
These b#tches don’t john lynch them
And every b#tch suddenly
Be rappin bout that trap sh#t
I’m that poetic diabetic i spit sweet try an get it
And it’s beautiful music made by our poetic flows
You chasing hoes, we replacing
Hoes, bag and pass them hoes
Your the criminal this is
Poetic justice, heart is saying f#ck this
The irony in that is that i ain’t even
That, but you put it those pages
Cause it doesn’t seem really as simple
Should be poetic or lyrical
Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip
Outta town with some how you gonna act sh#t
Trying to be illimatic, shoutout to
Lucifer, do justice to that classic
Ever heard of poetic justice?
b#tch i’m so scandalous
Every second, every minute
Man, I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad b#tch, put your hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high
Tell ’em dim the lights down right now
Put me in the mood
I’m talkin’ about dark room, perfume, go, go
Say if you a bad b#tch, put your hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
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Ripsi WIneLover Lyrics – Poetic justice