Lyrics containing the term: scissors for facial hair (2025)

Ladies on the floor, all my ladies on the floor If you ready get it ready lets get it and drop itDrop down low and sweep the floor wit it Drop drop down low and sweep the floor wit itDrop down low and sweep the floor wit it Drop drop down low and sweep the floor wit itDo the uh oh do the uh oh Do the uh oh uh oh uh oh oh no noUh oh do the uh oh Do the uh oh uh oh uh oh oh no noPat your weaves ladies Pat pat pat your weaves ladies Watch it while he check up on itPat your weaves ladies Pat pat pat your weaves ladies Watch it while he check up on itTick tick tick tick fightNow tick tick tick tick tick tick fightNow tick tick tick tick fightNow tick tick tick tick tick tick fightNow pose for the camera now flick flick flickPose for the camera now flick flick flickPose for the camera now flick flick flickPose for the camera now flick flick flickDo an old school dance an old school dance An old school dance do an old schoolDo an old school dance an old school dance An old school dance get old schoolStop now cool off cool off, cool off cool offDrop and cool off cool off cool off cool offWind it back girl, wind it back girl Make your hair touch the floor wine it backWind it back girl, wind it back girl Make your hair touch the floor wine it backDrop to your knees arch your back girl Shake shake it like that alley catDrop drop to your knees arch your back girlShake shake it like that alley catShake ya derriere in them dereonShake shake ya diary air in the house of dereonShake ya derriere in them dereonShake shake ya diary air in the house of dereonDo the scissor leg, touch ya heels touch ya toesDo the scissor leg, touch ya heels touch ya toesDo the scissor leg, touch ya heels touch ya toesDo the scissor leg, touch ya heels touch ya toesDo the Naomi Campbell walk, Naomi Campbell walkWalk across the room like Naomi CampbellDo the Naomi Campbell walk, Naomi Campbell walkWalk across the room like Naomi CampbellSnap for the kids, snap for the kidsSnap in a circle three timesSnap for the kids, snap for the kidsSnap in a circle three timesI touch ya body, while ya touch my bodyWe touching bodies tonightWe getting bodiedI touch ya body, while ya touch my bodyWe touching bodies tonightWe getting bodiedGettin' bodied (gettin' bodied)Gettin' bodied (gettin' bodied)Gettin' bodied (i'm the only one tonight)Gettin' bodied (gettin' bodied)Want my body (get me body)Won't ya get me body (get me body)You want my body (i'm the only one tonight)Won't ya get me bodied (get me bodied)Hey

WooWe might just get hit with the R.I.C.OMeek Milly'Cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the EaglesI'm on probation so let me not talk what's illegal (switch it up)Today I woke up with my dream girl, she rich as a BeatleFor my teachers that said I won't make it hereI spend a day what you make a yearI had to drop this to make it clearThat I got it locked like Jamaican hairAll theses choppers poppin', niggas wildin', violenceWhy we even gotta take it here?

I would kill for love, big dealFor the last few years, life seems unrealWords can't describe the way I feelUh, intimacyUh, I hold her closelyThese other girls try to coax meThey're no good, you could quote me (Uh)Fee-Fi-Fo, I'm marchin' along (Along)Tic-Tac-Toe, three times in a row (Three times in a row)Do-Re-Mi, I sing for her love (Uh)Can't copy that feeling, no KinkosShe got drive like McLaren (Skrrt)I can't help but to stop and stareI ain't no grizzly so I can't bare itHer lips graze my facial hairI think I would make a wonderful parent (Parent)All these niggas my sons anyway, oh yeahI've fallen in love with her, that's apparent (Very apparent)You can say what you want, bitch, I don't care (I don't care)I get fucked upRun from my mistakes, I fucked upI'm so sorry bae, I've done wrongYou've done me right all alongI look up in the sky, see your face, an obsession (Uh)Objection overruled, courthouse (Uh), you're the judge nowI'll serve my time, bae, lock me downI was flyin' 'til Cupid went and shot me downThese words taste like you as they come outIt's you I value, priceless valueI hope you play this on the highest volumeGo and show this to your friends, brag about meWe separated for a weekend, life was such a drag without youSo I don't understand what I was thinkin'Nah, I wasn't thinkin', I was tweakin'I know you gave me this chance for a reasonGirl, I need youShe got drive like McLaren (Skrrt)I can't help but to stop and stareI ain't no grizzly so I can't bare itHer lips graze my facial hairI think I would make a wonderful parent (Parent)All these niggas my sons anyway, oh yeahI've fallen in love with her, that's apparent (Very apparent)You can say what you want, bitch, I don't care (I don't care)Huh, yeahI don't, I don't careI don't careI don't, I don't careI don't (I don't care)

You starting to scare meShe said (I am 26 years old and I am not married I don't even have anyKids and I can't cook)I am over here SueYou are talking to the plantLook we need to get to a hospital'Fore it's too late'Cause I never seen one eat as many 'shrooms as you ateI never meant to give you mushrooms girl (whoops)I never meant to bring you to my worldNow you sitting in the corner cryingAnd now it's my fault, my fault (it's an accident)I never meant to give you mushrooms girlI never meant to bring you to my worldNow you sitting in the corner cryingAnd now it's my fault, my faultSusie where you going you better be careful(Leave me alone, dad I am sick of getting my hair pulled)I am not your dadAnd try not to swallow your tongueWant some gum?Put down the scissors before you do something dumbI will be right back just chill baby please?

(Grrah, grrah, grrah)First thing when I wake up (grrah)I make sure my cake up (cake up)I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah)Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters)All black, dressed like a skaterNo friends, bitches be faker (grrah)No rocks, no scissors (grrah, hehe)Just gettin' that paper (grrah)Gettin' that paper like I never had it (like)Empty the store is my only bad habit (grrah)Empty the clip if them bitches want static (work)Shakin' that shit, so he wanna grab it (grrah)I tell his bitch to go play in some traffic (work)Five stars when I'm lunchin' (lunchin')Bad bitch, so he munchin' (munchin')Shoot a movie at DunkinI'm a brand, it's nothin' (nothin')I'm a star on TV (grrah)All in my face, what them bitches won't see (grrah)All in my comments, they suckin' my DShakin' my head, I be suckin' my teeth, pleaseLike, I know I'm that bitch who that bitch wanna be, grrahFirst thing when I wake up (grrah)I make sure my cake up (cake up)I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah)Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters)All black, dressed like a skaterNo friends, bitches be faker (grrah)No rocks, no scissors (grrah, hehe)Just gettin' that paper (grrah)Talkin' shit on the net, I'ma drag her (drag her)No call for that bitch, like, why would I tag her?

He was sorta half-Baptist, half-Catholic...maybe a Cathtist. He started cuttin' my hair and preachin' at the same time. I mean he's a wild man, scissors and razors a'flyin' around my head, he's talkin'about the evils of dancin' and drinkin' and liquor and sex and wild women and music and the music business.

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm(Hit-boy)Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mmNatural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suitFlexin' with a hunnid cash, look at what these songs doGangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want toI be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' doWet shit like the Warriors, all my niggas gon' shootHe gon' have to take a loss, some my niggas gone tooI know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong toI just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones newDolce & Gabbanas on my feet and these my favorite pairGot a lot to lose, still can't be scared take it thereI was in them slums, shit get dreadful like some Haitain hairI come from that zoo, it's just cobras, pigs and apes in there1300 block, bitch, I caught my last cases thereAin't no second chances in this shit, so we can't play it fairFoe 'nem line shit like a barber, Glock knock off his facial hairCaught him lackin' in his whip, they tryna find his face in thereLil' hop out, he stay on go, bitch, all he know is green lightLet off shots with accuracy, show them what that beam likePosted by that liquor store, sellin' what the fiends likeUsed to wake up in low income, now I live a dream lifeNatural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suitFlexin' with a hunnid cash, look at what these songs doGangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want toI be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' doWet shit like the Warriors, all my niggas gon' shootHe gon' have to take a loss, some my niggas gone tooI know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong toI just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones newBury me like a pharaoh with this money and my gold tooKeep a shooter in there, try to rob me, this the wrong tuneI hit Johnny Dang and mixed the diamonds with the gold toothThe FN sing a song like it's the leader of a soul groupDon't come 'round here like we friends, you know I don't know youYou know I got demons, allow me to show youLately I been on a roll, yeah, show after showI know I'm makin' all the opps mad back homeBeen a while since I had to dial from the trap phoneSee you later alligator, quite a while crocodile, we gonePray to God that my money stay longAlso prayin' for good aim for when the devil try to goNatural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suitFlexin' with a hunnid cash, look at what these songs doGangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want toI be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' doWet shit like the Warriors, all my niggas gon' shootHe gon' have to take a loss, some my niggas gone tooI know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong toI just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new, mm-mm

He did not seem much likeA man with a problemHe was small he was quietHe dressed neat and shavedHis job was five days in a brick making plantAnd he drank a few beersOn his other two daysHis music was country, his faith was in JesusIn fact he had pictures ofChrist in his houseHe never once questioned his daily existenceNor wondered a lot what his life was aboutHe was fond of his pistol andHe cleaned it too oftenHe'd go down by the riverShoot driftwood all dayStare out the window and sip on the cold beerSometimes he was happy like children who playAnd some Saturday morning heCame to my fatherAnd said Virgil would you cutMy hair for me pleaseAnd my father was handyWith razors and scissorsSometimes he cut hair with theGuys on our streetAs small boys would do ISat watchin' my fatherDad kidded him some bout his jealous wifeThe man thanked my father andHe offered to pay himWent back to his house andHe took his own life

If changin' my clothes would make you like me moreIf changin' my hair would make you careThen I'd grab the kitchen scissorsAnd cut myself to sliversFor youIf being more polite would keep you satisfiedIf being less insane would make you stayThen I'd be more like my sisterSay, "Thank you, ma'am and mister"To you, for youI've changed every part of meUntil the puzzle pieces aren't me at allI look in the mirror, now I'm just a jigsaw-awYou take every part of me, all of the things you needThen the rest, you discardI look in the mirror, now I'm just a jigsaw-awAll I did just to make you happyStill, you don't even fucking love me(Jigsaw, jigsaw, jigsaw, jigsaw)Killin' parts of myself to fit youClear as shit I was not the issueIf I made you like me, would I even like myself?

He went out and heGot a goddamn job. Went out and pushed that broom around for about aDollar-2.98 an hour, brought his money back to the garden of Eden and gave thatMoney to the WO-MAN.

Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand-upCall me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands upWe eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chickenTwo seater shiftin' with the smooth Cedar Strippin'My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fireGolden sound, blow the town, 'lo attireBrown haze leather swampy like the EvergladesI'll switch a style so that I'm ready when the era changeFirst pressed virgin oil from the Greek BorderSpit the shit that have me laid up with the sheik's daughterThree quarter on the Bally jacket to the kneeLights flashin' when I'm rappin', tappin' treeThat smoke lingers son it shine through the curtainCracked pepper motherfucker I'mma grinder for certainSo never in your life come with scared business hereFuck around never found bitch, disappearTime after time I'm a winnerSeasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winterFar from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denimTwisted off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rentalThe hash tanner than Connie, gorgeous360 is the ways and the caesar's huggin' knotty flossesNever stop until we hoppin out of grimey PorschesOne night shorty needin' over 9 abortionsI'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll withWhen in canoe waving the ganja like a glow stickNumber one, numero uno with the flow shitYour style is tired and limp just like an old dickBitchRoman sculptures, all of my students hold a diplomaStairs to the bath, garage door, behold the LotusFinest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat thisHurricane rap spit tap low, rock a togaBronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seamInject the vein with marijuana I'm a true fiendUp-to-the-minute, all the weapons we inventedThat's hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentageSacrificin' the lamb for the nutrition"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest editionNuclear fission is heavy weighty top the divisionLots of provisions collosal status stoppin' collisionsToo beaucoup, fresher than a lake troutBarbecue the venison, pair it with a great stoutPeace I'm out kid, a motherfucker pace outEvery time I take that motherfuckin' weapon from my waist out

This is our philosophyThis is our philosophyAnd we're sure, that you'll agreePeople are funnier that anybodyWoman needs five dollars badBeauty facial must be hadHusband can't spare the money, of courseBut he puts ten dollars on the nose of a horseWife can't see well enough to driveCar through garage-doors twelve foot wideBut on husbands suit of greyShe can spot a blond hair from a block awayThis is our philosophyThis is our philosophyAnd we're sure, that you'll agreePeople are funnier that anybodyHusband plays poker and enjoysSitting up all of night with the boysBut at home with his wife he'll fightIf he has to sit ten minutes with the baby at nightWife runs faster than any galeWhen she hears of a one-cent sale""I'm saving you money"" to her husband she'll blabBut to get to the sale she takes a taxi-cabThis is our philosophyThis is our philosophyAnd we're sure, that you'll agreePeople are funnier that anybodyMan gets married, says it's one good dealHe waited years for a homecooked mealWhen wife has nice hot dinner on plateHe comes home from the poolroom two hours lateWhen single man kiss his girl goodnightHe gets filled with thrilled delightBut when husband kiss his wife, to say the leastHe gets his nose caught in a curler and his whole face greased

Whatever your shit is, man, do itWhatever bring you that immense joy, do that, that's your luxuryThe greatest thing that ever happened to me wasBein' damn near twenty and leavin' Los Angeles for the first timeI got out my bubble, my eyes, just wideMy passport is the most valuableMaster couldn't catch me, my legs long than a bitchGot too much self respect, I wash my hands 'fore I pissThey try to talk, mmm, I'ma just goYeah, when I turned twenty-three that's when puberty finally hit meMy facial hair started growin', my clothes they ain't really fit meThat caterpillar went to cocoon, do you get messy?

I can take you to see your cousin Phil next SundayBut that's kinda far and I'm not made of cashDo you think you could chip in for gas?Mac and cheese would be all rightBut let's send out for pizza tonightAnd you can order any toppings you like, you likeI said you can even have the last slice, last sliceYeah, yeahRan myself a cable from my neighbor next door (door)Now I can get free HBOAnd baby you can watch whatever you like, you likeI said you can watch whatever you like, you likeYeahAnd you can always ride the city busGot a stack of tokens just for usYo, my wallet's fat and full of onesYeah, it's all about the Washingtons, that's rightYou want White Castle, need White Castle?

You starting to scare meShe said (I am 26 years old and I am not married I don't even have anyKids and I can't cook)I am over here SueYou are talking to the plantLook we need to get to a hospital'Fore it's too late'Cause I never seen one eat as many 'shrooms as you ateI never meant to give you mushrooms girl (whoops)I never meant to bring you to my worldNow you sitting in the corner cryingAnd now it's my fault, my fault (it's an accident)I never meant to give you mushrooms girlI never meant to bring you to my worldNow you sitting in the corner cryingAnd now it's my fault, my faultSusie where you going you better be careful(Leave me alone, dad I am sick of getting my hair pulled)I am not your dadAnd try not to swallow your tongueWant some gum?Put down the scissors before you do something dumbI will be right back just chill baby please?

I could just... beNext day at schoolTeacher says those trousers will not doWear a skirt like the others; you could be pretty, toocnd she adds: it's a pity about your hairYour crowning glory...Now I'm in despair in this storyScissors in handMy strength on the floorI am SamsonBut I am Delilah, too

Listen, dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it getsThis isn't golf, this is a blisterin' assaultThose are your wounds, this is the salt, so get lostShit, dissin' me is just like pissin' off the Wizard of OzWrap a lizard in gauzeBeat you in the jaws with it, grab the scissors and sawsAnd cut out your livers, gizzards, and ballsThrow you in the middle of the ocean in a blizzard with JawsSo sip piss like sizzurp through a strawThen describe how it tasted like dessert to us allGot the gall to make Chris piss in his drawersTickle him, go to his grave, skip him, and visit his dog(You're on fire)That's how you know you're on a roll'Cause when you're hot, it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold(You're on fire)Man, I'm so fuckin' sickI got ambulances pullin' me over and shit(You're on fire)You need to stop, drop, and roll'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow(You're on fire) yeah(You're on fire) yeahI just put a bullshit hook in between two long-ass versesIf you mistook this for a song, look, this ain't a songIt's a warning to Brooke Hogan and David CookThat the crook just took over, so bookRun as fast as you can, stop writing and kill itI'm lightning in a skillet, you're a fuckin' flash in the panI pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin' a fanMr.

Please cut my hairTake me to the kitchenWhat are the chancesYou have a scissorMaybe a pairIt's longer than I can even bearYou want to be aloneUse your ammunition to empty your armYou ask me to leave youI won'tNot while the knife is at your throatAnnie reminds meThe diamond mines are burningThey'll push her aroundBut she keeps returningTeeth, drooling, baredMake a clean incisionHold me for ransomTell me I'm prettyTell me I'm rareTalk to the boy in me, he's thereAnd we do-si-doSwaying in the kitchenRocking slowlyTell him to sound the alarmIs he gonna keep me safe from harm?

You've got funny in the headA real bloody weirdoMan, I'm tired of bein' tired, every time I wake upTired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus (hey, wait up)Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin slutsSo my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)To the pretty-ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-upWake up gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops hereThe road to riches is closed for repairIf the shoe ain't fittin', girl, leave that shit aloneYou ain't Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?

You've got funny in the headA real bloody weirdoMan, I'm tired of bein' tired, every time I wake upTired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus (hey, wait up)Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin slutsSo my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)To the pretty-ass rappers, that ain't shit with out make-upWake up gold diggin' bitches, the buck stops hereThe road to riches is closed for repairIf the shoe ain't fittin', girl, leave that shit aloneYou ain't Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone?

Tore my hair out from the rootsPlanted them in someone's gardenThen I waited for the shootsThen I waited for the shootsBit my nails down to the quickWorrying myself sick about youTearing facial marks in bedWhat kind of sequel is this that you dread?

Tore my hair out from the rootsPlanted them in someone's gardenThen I waited for the shootsThen I waited for the shootsBit my nails down to the quickWorrying myself sick about youTearing facial marks in bedWhat kind of sequel is this that you dread?

You can't ignore the way she snores, cause she blows down doorsBaby's got the kind a face only a mother adoresA big basketball head with a 10-inch beakBig lips, no hips with the smell of a beastI couldn't put her in my Caddy or my tranny would breakI heard a dirt because of poverty, but she took my cakeWhen it comes to cool-Aid the girl would drink it in pintsYou go to school for twenty years and your still in the ninth?You're just a BremeloJust a BremeloYou pink triple-chin unattractive duckYour boyfriend beats freaks up to make a buckHangin' round third and Pike, on a ten-speed bikeYou can say that I'm a liar, but you know I'm rightYou talk behind my back, because I dropped you flatAnd you never take a shower 'cause your too damn fatSo your man was smart when he broke your heartBecause if Mix-A-Lot a cut ya, you a fell apartWearin' polyester slacks, with elastic in the backYou could flatten Schwarzenegger in a wrestling matchYou got lips like a character in some cartoonWith a pink posterior, you big baboonYour just aNow Bremerton's a city right outside of mineMost girls there are ducks, but a few are fineBut the ones that I speak aboutUsed their face for catchin' troutVacuum clears for a mouthYou know what I'm talkin' aboutMud ducks, hockey pucks, drivers of Mack trucksLame brains, diesel trains, pick 'em up you have to strainBig butt, crew cut, extraordinary gutBig momma, kinda buff, facial hairs a kinda roughDuck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duckGirl's a BremeloDuck, duck, duck, duck, duckThe girl's a BremeloDuck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck

Check, 1-2Yo', you're tuned in to Koffee BrownThis time we takin' it to the clubs Uh-oh, that's rightFirst it was Naughty, then it was Next, now it's CBWhat, uh, come onIt's Friday, weekday, leavin' work earlyHop in the whip with the flip, get my girlIt's hair shop, facial, nails filled, toes done'Cause it's on at the clubIt's Saturday, don't stop, just left the barber shopFresh fade, geared up, just got my car washedMusic up, windows down, rims on, bling-blingIt's a weekend thingWorkin' on stress {Stress}, hopped in the jeep (Yes)Light up, take two to the chestTired of the wheels, tripped out bossesTalkin' threats, but I could care lessI just want toLet my hair donePuff-puffI think I'm there nowIt's Friday, weekday, leavin' work earlyHop in the whip with the flip, get my girlIt's hair shop, facial, nails filled, toes done'Cause it's on at the clubIt's Saturday, don't stop, just left the barber shopFresh fade, geared up, just got my car washedMusic up, windows down, rims on, bling-blingIt's a weekend thingCash with the whip (Whip), cash card for the chipsLick o' the sip, roll up on the dipsWhat it is, what it isA won't you come by the crib'Cause I just want toHave relationsHead to toe, girlYou're so-so amazing, you...