Trippy

All my styles are trippy My music sounds so crispy. You want a bite of paradise But I don't share my goodies. My hair Is long and twisted My nails so sharp they slice. They called my mother twice a day For getting into fights. and I don't give no bitches. A chance to swing my way. My body swaying side to side I kick up at your face. So minding your business is something you should do. Or pay the consequence of all the things I'll do.