T.P.M - Lil' Lola lyrics

[Intro] Lil' Lola!! Lil' Lola!! Heeeey!! Lil' Lola!! [Chorus: D_cider] X4 She dance on poles She turn on owls Li'Lola good at making n***as pay when they pa** through, e-tolls Night hour, it don't matter, she gon' strip 'til she on Eve's clothes [Verse 1: D_cider] She rolls her eyes, n***as fall for it Demands a quickie with the seductive look,f**s a n***a better than the girlfriend she good at it Tough don't shed a tear Swear She swings backforth Pole up she goes Down she free fall Tender touch sweet talk On the ear Infidelity fiends on Pool of liquor spill Best advice don't use no cloth, mop on Ooh all behind she bands Ooh n***as wowing fans Whistles and stares Physique they lust her, her feelings and heart, nobody cares Trouble shoots in the club, it hard to dark bullets with all these disco lights Scumbags camouflaged is designer suites Bottles flying,straight dumpies, ciders, nobody will to die or save her Simple Cigarette to chain-smokers, naked eye crave her n***as only care about their bona They don't look through the women, sona Just an easy money making b**h, satisfying wife can do needs For all she knows, all these n***as reach Personally, she takes it as community service, outreach School was way too expensive so her corporate dreams were far-fetched All she could secondly do is to make n***as lust her September 22, who could have thought, we'd see the last of her [Chorus: D_cider] X4 She dance on poles She turn on owls Li'Lola good at making n***as pay when they pa** through, e-tolls Night hour, it don't matter, she gon' strip 'til she on Eve's clothes [Verse 2: D_cider] Doctor D_cider at the pub stressing it out with a couple of bottles Familiar faces make me feel strange, I kind of recognize her when we was toddlers But f** it I'm probably drunk I just wanna beat up a punk n***as treat women like the court, dribble and slam dunk Treasure got me thinking what's in the trunk As the cigarette burn, so I ash in my business card She saw the “Dr”, double checking, follow me, pull me in a dark corner asked about my profession “Is you a surgeon?” I need to off load I got a confession I stop her I tell her she had too much to drink for the night,“I'll call you a cab” She like “Hell no! I ain't on about that sadly I would have loved to but I don't wanna be your one night stand!” I could feel the statement approaching “I-I-I wanna have an abortion” “but the constitution don't allow shiii” “I can't afford a balanced meal, plus who gon' support me” then she gave me a wilding hand with a “psssh” She walked away, I held her hand “what's your name?” “Lil' Lola!” She forwards me a fake I'd “I'm like what the hell is this?” She on some I don't do it gladly Everybody has his own way of making living, in reality I'm under sixteen [Chorus: D_cider] X4 She dance on poles She turn on owls Li'Lola good at making n***as pay when they pa** through, e-tolls Night hour, it don't matter, she gon' strip 'til she on Eve's clothes [Verse 3: D_cider] Indulging in a culture against nature Against nature Who am it to judge her? Only High Power can hold a grudge on her Rather crush her Conscience won't allow me and my scissors So I came with a baby too big for operation With a lil' abbreviation You opt to rate Lil' Lola I can't live with the fact that I know at the back of my head new born babies are blessing Ironically I let her enjoy the indigenous game of nine months skipping, skipping periods Flat stomach went buff like she was on steroids I don't mean to crack jokes but someone had to break the ice take away her mind from the sh** they write on the tabloids She giggle A little Only did I make her feel like she was the luckiest Never understood her words, before dawn is the darkest September 22 Cold weather in the cape If your ears are sensitive, I'd advice you to cease listening to this tape [Outro: D_cider] Caught in Empathy Constant cough, weeping silently Stomach this my heart soak She never knew her father, f** that oke Her water broke Blood splash, small feet sprout Her heart stop beating, a maternal transfer of the heartbeat from the mother to the son All that's left of Li'Lola, Its this baby crying on my arm Is this baby crying on my arm? [New born baby cries]