said you take the high road I'll take the low And I'll meet you somewhere they don't know Lalalalalala Girl this time I think I went to far When I met you
Mami you miss me, don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? You should call me uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand That new CL sly
that platinum shit you bought? Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain't my fault Keep the wrist rocky, attitude cocky Next time you see me, address me like, "Miss
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
Dumbasses by the masses You betta think so hard you fuckin shatta yo glasses [Chorus] Think for yourself man don't do like they do, it's a sick world, you
perfume his grave Oh miss madonna won't you let me underneath your halo 'Cause it's raining hard Raining hard in this abyss Miss madonna... Oh miss madonna where you
Benedictine, sister to Isis and the Black Madonna Mysteries and magic and goddess of the Nile She could read the stars Knew the secrets of the day And
gettin' that inferior feelin' I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin' Take a look at yourself the mirror's revealin' If you ain't got it you
a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would y'all hoes do? But you know, the shit kinda turned me on Black madonna, hoes kill
and we both stacked stacks And if you had a customer you had him for life 'Cause Brad the true hustler granted you right 'Cause if you gonna pack leaves then you
or was it covergirl it dont really matter I'm flattered by ur smile and ur lips make you bad too Settle down as I take u on a little trip sexy pre madonna
muggin', heavyweight sluggin' No fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribs Break your ribs like a toothpick 'cause you were never slick [Incomprehensible] you
me like a stepson You hung around for fun but yo, I wasn't gettin wet none Treated you like you was a star big as Madonna I took you out on dates to
La madonne de la mafia The madonna of the mafia Marcelle Ratafia Marcelle Ratafia La madonne de la mafia The madonna
them, promote them Don't blame them, you're the same (Che:) Goodnight and thank you Emilio You've completed your task What more can we ask of you now
you can't get with Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick Suckers back to pull their style's transsexual Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual You
word I say No one can love you the way I do 'Cause they don't know how to love you my way Chorus: You give me fever, when you kiss me Fever when you
a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide What would y'all hoes do? But you know, the shit kinda turned me on Black Madonna, hoes kill