KutMasta Kurt - Bald-Headed Girl lyrics

Hey baby I don't want to be kind of direct, but I like I think I like that's your hair If it is your hair I don't want to sound kind of different, but Are you bald-headed? Yeah I like the way you got a lot of that stuff off the horse And added to your dimension To fool a lot of brothers out there Chorus: x2 Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl For me Verse one: There are nine million girls with weaves With bald heads, braids get sweaty in nine months Punks start stinking Activator becomes the lazy way Face like alligator, acne pimples, vagina cream Girl cover your dream Look at Maxi pads On inspection I seen Infection, bootyclappin Left yall tailwaggin Like cats in heat Rubbing against my knees I smell fleas Plucking roaches of your thongs Yall got the nerve to walk around naked playing a Job B song Six months pregnant and the baby you don't know who's the father Why bother It could be Bill Cosby or Kevin Johnson You just came out the hotel With Shawn Kemp and Magic Johnson With ashy kneecaps Your dress showing your bu*t crack With no home training You can't match the high cla** of Dr. Dooom You act more fake than Pamela Anderson Getting rebuilt by Oscar Goldman With contact lenses Run with imbeciles who lea**e benzes You valet park athletes cars Buying blond wigs from K-mart (Ewwwww) Chorus: x4 Verse two: Fierce animal with horsehair down her back With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring Out the Cracker Jack box Even though her private parts smell like an ox Open a window Fly rooms at the Hyatt don't smell like this Air condition can't fight the fish Doctor Dooom pulling out Vanilla Wizard Spraying the hairstyle worn by the exotic lizard Who are you miss Trying to be a material an*lyst Liposuction refraction You can't afford a pack of hair like Toni Braxton It's a must Doctor Dooom lost your trust The beauty parlor souped you up You start riding the bus Always in a fly ride You just a bald-headed loser And I bet you ten packs of human hair the Yankees ain't losing Pinstripes'll penetrate your bu*twipes Y'all know the deal Scratching your crutch by the hamburger grill Wash your hands girl Shampoo the feces out your Cla**y Curl Chorus: x4 Verse three: You got your wig on On the front line of the guestlist You a spectacular model Wearing turtleneck and Movada watch Using a airtight full back panties is a turn off Why don't you wipe the worms off And all the germs off With rubbing alcohol I'm in the back of y'all Looking at the naps under your hair weave Standing next to your man Steve He don't believe You got a process that ain't the best With hair growing around your chins and chest Bumps on your neck Girl, you need to get some stuff from Gillette Shaving cream, clippers, vinegar, soap, shampoo it's all for you boo Watch the oil, hair drop all over the sink man Sew that weave in man that stuff gon' start to stink (Girl get your hair off my sink) Chorus: x4 It's the bald-head 2000