Lletres: Prodigy. Baby's Got A Temper.

You see me coming from a mile off,
once again ignite the skyline,

she's gonna be pretty on money,
just like your royal family,

this time there could be no funeral,
oh baby, can you feel me?

we love rohypnol,
she got rohypnol,
we take rohypnol,
just forget it all.

This baby got a temper,
This baby got a temper,
This baby got a temper,
you?ll never tame her.

you can see me going out on paralell,
well about time you're not worthy.

last time I'll be your prisoner,
no name no number.

shoots you through the trapdoor,
nothing dont matter anymore.
oh baby, can you feel me?