My cousin was a bad girl

She was a street girl
who invented, the tight skirt
pistol inside, her purse
she about, her money first

She was quick, to set you up
if you aint looking
she can steal the liquor out your cup
and your cash tooken

She likes to rob you
strip you down
make you jog down the street
she leaves them,  suckers burnt at the club
its a different one every week

Drug dealers use, her to distract the fleet
then move in slow, and throw blows, elite
stealing gold retreats

Factor in the territorial beef, this is she, all in, a straight G
smoking blunts across the street, with her girls
talking real loud, shes ill
my cousin was a bad girl

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)