No Religion

[Verse 1]
Bad bitches, that past-tensin, they past-livin
From Grad-women, to back-bendin for rap niggas
Get it early with more birdies, then badminton
I Passed-Pimpin, I'm adlibbin them actresses
Ass-Thicken, these chickens livin on that trickin
No thrill, til she on pills, she act different
I figure though, I figure-four, the figaro
Fill-her-nose, she full-of-coke, I fill her throat
I feel-the-ghost, I'm gettin close, we inna zone
A couple cameras and little Anna be Getting groped
She want it more, a little moan, it's pitiful
Only 18, but she gettin grown
I learned a lot, the feelings stop, the chickens flock
Bitches, Get-to-top, just to get the top
I don't break no pigeon bread, kid I sit and watch
I swear these girls will do anything to get a shot

[Chorus]
Girls that wanna model
Sniffin' all this powder, and aaahh
Let ya mind get clouded
By Trends ya tryna follow
And I'll.. Be good to you

[Verse 2]
So in awe by foreign cars, it court us all
Get so involved, the luck of draws, and wonder bras
Above the law, these other broads, won't come as far
I love ya talk, that model walk, you won it all
Are you lovin the feelin, feel up in ya chest
With ya legs to the ceilin, let ya Achilles rest
Feelings-in-a-wreck, I see it in your silhouette
You entered in another world, that you couldn't get
At home, you got a boyfriend, here, you avoid him
That liquor, fallen victim to these riches is a poison
So contrived, these lies slicker than a coy fish
The-voices, will slowly cut the ropes that you hoist in
Knowin in your head, you ain't the only one
And we only holdin on you, cause we know you young
Ignore the whole reality, becomin dumb
Cause the thought of Goin back broke is so troublesome

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Brace the camera's flash, here you're Stacey Dash
You can make a lotta money off that naked ass
From partying in Cardigans, to shakin snatch
They say they wanna model, baby make it last
Freak for me, freak for me in this large house
Showin off for the jewelry, she on trial
I make it rain, in her dark clouds
And she know it, Blood flowin like a heart valve
Lexuses-Beamers, dinner in Catalina
Shoppin out in neimans, bitches wanna be seen and
Wanna be the reason, niggas wantin to keep it
But let your fan club, see your inner-demons