She was a born-again orphan origin in Michigan
Worked chicken in the kitchen that'll make your head spin
Wild exorcist sex 360 bed spin
See her mom's was an alcoholic cirrhosis style
And her pops got shot in the face on Belle isle
She seen it happen she seen it go down
She was 6 years old imagine that for a frown
But on the righteous mold I tried to uplift and grow
So the queen rocked my crown though she's like a head cold
Took It off when she was meeting niggas at the emerald
Stretched out calling her moms house trying to assemble
A Search team ain't seen her in 2 weeks clean
She came home with six braids on her birthday
Final look exotic like tropics on Earth day
I'm like what the f*ck plus she wouldn't f*ck
But I bet she get when the work check came
Same sister had my name tattooed on her bed frame
Heard her whispering shit to her girl on the phone
Turn on the radio Stevie lately was on
Back to the matter at hand
Land she's from dipped in the sun's ladle
Label me unstable bank cards take God to the tower of Babel
Sometimes a nigga like me loyalties fatal
The Onion ass we smoke grass she wisdom
My kingdom's unlived
Where I come from she's the first prize of war
Torn she purified Im 1 to her 9
Queen bee my fifi the wettest a little mama
Blessed me with seed I guess this is my karma
No Union no more I guess tension hurt her
Red friend night showed her proof on the Serta
Insert scenario personal perception
I Peeped footprints stepping in my direction
Heaven and hell brimstone and a dagger
Swagger blown away clay my heart is made of
Hypnotic melodic thick from the tropics
Works as a dancer and studies kickboxing
So obnoxious can a pair of Applebee's
Met her just last week on 2nd and Cass Street
Been out 5 times already the vibe is heavy
And will she stand the test of time will tell me
Said she had a wild pass didn't care to speak on it
And How she was prone to do things in the heat of the moment
The fact that she was open was a bonus
Dates other guys but I hoped that her and I would be the closest
Said she had nine piercings one tattoo
Of a dagger and walked with sort of a swagger
Doe or die attitude like life don't matter
Got the Dillinger in the ride with the police scanner
A good wife to most men others a close friend
Strong and independent young with no kids
The Dagger Video (MV)
Performed By: Wisemen
Length: 3:01
Written by: Aundre Woodland, Joeseph Wilson, Johnnie Maye, Justin Cross, Kevin Cross
Wisemen - The Dagger Lyrics
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She was a born-again orphan origin in Michigan
Worked chicken in the kitchen that'll make your head spin
Wild exorcist sex 360 bed spin
See her mom's was an alcoholic cirrhosis style
And her pops got shot in the face on Belle isle
She seen it happen she seen it go down
She was 6 years old imagine that for a frown
But on the righteous mold I tried to uplift and grow
So the queen rocked my crown though she's like a head cold
Took It off when she was meeting niggas at the emerald
Stretched out calling her moms house trying to assemble
A Search team ain't seen her in 2 weeks clean
She came home with six braids on her birthday
Final look exotic like tropics on Earth day
I'm like what the f*ck plus she wouldn't f*ck
But I bet she get when the work check came
Same sister had my name tattooed on her bed frame
Heard her whispering shit to her girl on the phone
Turn on the radio Stevie lately was on
Back to the matter at hand
Land she's from dipped in the sun's ladle
Label me unstable bank cards take God to the tower of Babel
Sometimes a nigga like me loyalties fatal
The Onion ass we smoke grass she wisdom
My kingdom's unlived
Where I come from she's the first prize of war
Torn she purified Im 1 to her 9
Queen bee my fifi the wettest a little mama
Blessed me with seed I guess this is my karma
No Union no more I guess tension hurt her
Red friend night showed her proof on the Serta
Insert scenario personal perception
I Peeped footprints stepping in my direction
Heaven and hell brimstone and a dagger
Swagger blown away clay my heart is made of
Hypnotic melodic thick from the tropics
Works as a dancer and studies kickboxing
So obnoxious can a pair of Applebee's
Met her just last week on 2nd and Cass Street
Been out 5 times already the vibe is heavy
And will she stand the test of time will tell me
Said she had a wild pass didn't care to speak on it
And How she was prone to do things in the heat of the moment
The fact that she was open was a bonus
Dates other guys but I hoped that her and I would be the closest
Said she had nine piercings one tattoo
Of a dagger and walked with sort of a swagger
Doe or die attitude like life don't matter
Got the Dillinger in the ride with the police scanner
A good wife to most men others a close friend
Strong and independent young with no kids
Worked chicken in the kitchen that'll make your head spin
Wild exorcist sex 360 bed spin
See her mom's was an alcoholic cirrhosis style
And her pops got shot in the face on Belle isle
She seen it happen she seen it go down
She was 6 years old imagine that for a frown
But on the righteous mold I tried to uplift and grow
So the queen rocked my crown though she's like a head cold
Took It off when she was meeting niggas at the emerald
Stretched out calling her moms house trying to assemble
A Search team ain't seen her in 2 weeks clean
She came home with six braids on her birthday
Final look exotic like tropics on Earth day
I'm like what the f*ck plus she wouldn't f*ck
But I bet she get when the work check came
Same sister had my name tattooed on her bed frame
Heard her whispering shit to her girl on the phone
Turn on the radio Stevie lately was on
Back to the matter at hand
Land she's from dipped in the sun's ladle
Label me unstable bank cards take God to the tower of Babel
Sometimes a nigga like me loyalties fatal
The Onion ass we smoke grass she wisdom
My kingdom's unlived
Where I come from she's the first prize of war
Torn she purified Im 1 to her 9
Queen bee my fifi the wettest a little mama
Blessed me with seed I guess this is my karma
No Union no more I guess tension hurt her
Red friend night showed her proof on the Serta
Insert scenario personal perception
I Peeped footprints stepping in my direction
Heaven and hell brimstone and a dagger
Swagger blown away clay my heart is made of
Hypnotic melodic thick from the tropics
Works as a dancer and studies kickboxing
So obnoxious can a pair of Applebee's
Met her just last week on 2nd and Cass Street
Been out 5 times already the vibe is heavy
And will she stand the test of time will tell me
Said she had a wild pass didn't care to speak on it
And How she was prone to do things in the heat of the moment
The fact that she was open was a bonus
Dates other guys but I hoped that her and I would be the closest
Said she had nine piercings one tattoo
Of a dagger and walked with sort of a swagger
Doe or die attitude like life don't matter
Got the Dillinger in the ride with the police scanner
A good wife to most men others a close friend
Strong and independent young with no kids
Writer: Aundre Woodland, Joeseph Wilson, Johnnie Maye, Justin Cross, Kevin Cross
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid