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femme fatale (alternate version) - nick wiz lyrics

nick wiz ft. darc mind * “femme fatale (alternate version)”
[emcee(s): kev roc]
[producer(s): nick wiz]

[verse 1: kev roc]
the setting quaint, cozy, and cool, a sidewalk café
greenwich village around the month of may. alone
i sit (alone i sit), pondering escapade, a drink in my hand
between my lips the newport i just lit (newport i just lit)
subtle sophistication, my demeanor relaxed
the atmosphere was dim and smoky, a backdraft in the back
a little of trouble looked i for. yes, who would guess
mayhem disguised in tight sequin dress? slid up
my chair a little bit, propped elbows to observе habits
behavior, body language, and drinks she sеrved. each move
an obvious hint, erotic messages sent. café, yo
watch your ass out of the storybook, now you’re spent. eye
contact, smile, a wink, then a nod. i swallow
then, without hesitation, stood focused and proceeded to follow
she was covered in sequins—same design of her dress—black silk
fishnet with a caboose, suede, dough, nothing less, leaving
unaware seduction, plain and simple, my intent and her aim
mayhem’s accomplice: a fine, brown frame

[hook: kev roc]
see on the prowl, slow eye, cute smile
the undercover style of a femme fatale (femme fatale)
see on the prowl, cream*scheming all the while
she tried to put my charms on trial (on trial)
see on the prowl, slow eye, cute smile (smile)
the undercover style of a femme fatale (of a femme fatale)
see on the prowl (prowl), cream*scheming all the while (scheming all the while)
doll baby fly, live foul (live foul)
[verse 2: kev roc]
pursue her i do with a lively step, i note the quietly kept
concerned, i glance the grins of heads i’ve not met yet
peculiar, but i’m not too particular of her guileless style
with vanity*like contours from the profile
romanticism and such routine, the everyday it appeared
to be, surrounded by buddha and tight revelry
persistent, i closed the distance [?] quite simple, methodic
[?] readily, steadily staring in eyes of mooley erotic
elicit the l*st, dismiss, i distrust, but so what?
no topics discussed, so d*ck and eagle tell me i must
i close for the k!ll, indomitable will, hard steel
the thought of cheap thrill to beat the common sense is to nil
skimpy fashion, look is simply smashing, demure
lure, i’m looking for action, endowed and dashing
a sure cure, indo in imagery, dope physical symmetry, no name
mayhem’s accomplice: a fine, brown frame

[hook: kev roc]
see on the prowl, slow eye, cute smile
the undercover style of a femme fatale (femme fatale)
see on the prowl, cream*scheming all the while
she tried to put my charms on trial (on trial)
see on the prowl, slow eye, cute smile (cute smile)
the undercover style of a femme fatale (of a femme fatale)
see on the prowl, cream*scheming all the while (scheming all the while)
doll baby fly, live foul (doll baby fly, live foul)
[verse 3: kev roc]
correct she was, cunning her conniving, carnal the dilemma, yo
collusion, impeccable timing, not a flaw that she ever shows
the bourgeois, a cordial invite incandescent and soothing
i complement the décor, show condom gear i start removing
she go, “fifty, we could sleep late. my god’ll be your keepsake”
[?] i’m a cheapskate
she said, “ain’t nothing happening. i heard you’re supposed to be rapping around
fine brown”—bow!—cussing me out in ghetto latin
a fly type [?] fl!ck hip equipped, i wander
fondly my mental beyond her liner and lipstick
about to dispatch the sn*tch when, out of her hat, her cat say, “gotcha
i’m ‘bout to cold rob your ass, kid, bodily clobber, bust, then watch ya”
nevermore [?] the b*tch and break south, the gun smoke
mixed with the l done numbed the roof of my mouth
a right, left, then across the dancefloor, have her pushing up after
i slip, slide, bang, bruise—no time, i’ll deal with it after
full stride, my d*ck to one side, no pain, yet scars still
remain. mayhem’s accomplice: that fine, brown
frame

[hook: kev roc]
see on the prowl, slow eye, cute smile (smile)
the undercover style of a femme fatale (of a femme fatale)
see on the prowl (prowl), cream*scheming all the while (scheming all the while)
doll baby fly, live foul (doll baby fly, live foul)
see on the prowl (prowl), slow eye, cute smile (smile)
the undercover style of a femme fatale (of a femme fatale)
see on the prowl (prowl), cream*scheming all the while (scheming all the while)
see, doll baby fly, live foul (doll baby fly, live foul)
[outro: kev roc]
see on the prowl, slow eye, cute smile
the undercover style of a femme fatale
see on the prowl, cream*scheming all the while
see, doll baby fly, live foul

- nick wiz lyrics

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