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Sherane a.k.a Master Splinters Daughter Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar

    Sherane a.k.a Master Splinters Daughter is a popular song by Kendrick Lamar from the 2012 album good kid, m.A.A.d city. Check words to Kendrick Lamar Sherane a.k.a Master Splinters Daughter Lyrics in English below.

    Sherane a.k.a Master Splinters Daughter Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar 

    Lord God, I come to you a sinner
    And I humbly repent for my sins
    I believe that Jesus is Lord
    I believe that You raised him from the dead
    I would ask that Jesus come to my life
    And be my Lord and Savior
    I receive Jesus to take control of my life
    And that I may live for him from this day forth
    Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving me with your precious blood
    In Jesus’ name, amen

    I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
    She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta
    Ass came with a hump, from the jump she was a camel
    I want to ride like Arabians, push an ’04 Mercedes-Benz
    “Hello, my name is Kendrick,” she said, “No, you’re handsome”
    Whispered in my ear, disappeared, then found her dancin’
    Ciara had played in the background
    The parade music we made had us all wearin’ shades now, cool
    “Where you stay?” She said, “Down the street from Dominguez High”
    Okay, I know that’s borderline Compton or Paramount
    “Well, is it Compton?” “No,” she replied
    Then quickly start battin’ her eyes
    I strictly had wanted her thighs around me
    Seventeen with nothin’ but pussy stuck on my mental
    My motive was rather sinful, “What you tryna get into?”
    She didn’t tell, just gave me her Nextel
    Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer, and, well
    The summer had passed, and now I’m likin’ her
    Conversation we havin’ probably enticin’ her
    Who can imagine? Maybe my actions’ll end up wifin’ her
    Love or lust, regardless, we’ll fuck ’cause the trife in us
    It’s deep-rooted, the music of bein’ young and dumb
    Is never muted, in fact, it’s much louder where I’m from
    We know a lot ’bout each other, her mother was a crack addict
    She live with her granny and her younger two brothers
    Her favorite cousin Demetrius is irrepetible
    Family history of gangbangin’ did make me skeptical
    But not enough to stop me from gettin’ a nut
    “I wanna come over, what’s up?”
    That’s what I told her soon as this episode
    Of Martin go off, I’m tryna get off
    I was in heat like a cactus
    My tactics of bein’ thirsty probably could hurt me
    But fuck it, I got some heart
    Grabbed my mama keys, hopped in the car, then, oh boy
    So now I’m down Rosecrans in a Caravan
    Passin’ Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump
    I got enough to get me through the traffic jam
    At least I hope, ’cause my pockets broke as a promise, man
    I’m thinkin’ ’bout that sex
    Thinkin’ ’bout her thighs or maybe kissin’ on her neck or maybe what position’s next
    Sent a picture of her titties, blowin’ up my texts
    I looked at ’em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
    Enthused by the touch of a woman, she’s a masseuse
    And I’m a professional pornstar when off the Goose
    I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom
    I’m hopin’ to get her loose like an Uncle Luke anthem
    I’m two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet
    And six steps from where she stay, she wavin’ me ‘cross the street
    I pulled up, a smile on my face, and then I see
    Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang
    Please leave your message for three-two-three
    Record your message after the tone
    Kendrick, where you at?
    Damn, I’m sittin’ here waitin’ on my van
    You told me you was gon’ be back in fifteen minutes
    Man, I gotta go up to the county buildin’, man, these kids ready to eat
    I’m ready to eat, shit
    I gotta get them food stamps, come on now
    You on your way or what?
    I hope you ain’t out there messin’ with them damn hoodrats out there, shit
    ‘Specially that lil’ crazy-ass girl Sherane
    And plus you got school tomorrow
    You keep fuckin’ around in them streets, you ain’t gon’ pass to the next grade
    Eleventh grade
    (Is that Kendrick on the phone?)
    Your daddy callin’ about some damn dominoes (Let me holler at him)
    He want to holler at you too, go ahead, Kenny, go’n, shit
    Hello? Yak, where my motherfuckin’ dominoes at?
    (Kenny), What?
    I’m on his voicemail, damn fool (Oh), shit
    Yak, where my motherfuckin’ dominoes at?
    This the second time I asked you to bring my fuckin’ dominoes
    Just give me the damn phone, shit, don’t hang up, damn, let me
    Kendrick, when you get this message, man, call me back (Keep losin’ my goddamn dominoes, we gon’ have to go in the backyard)
    I need to know when you gon’ bring back my damn car (And squab, homie)
    This man fussin’ ’bout some damn dominoes
    It ain’t all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes
    Shit, I’ma miss my damn appointment, fuck
    Fuck some damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that
    Nobody wanna hear your ass
    Matter fact, cut my motherfuckin’ oldies back on
    You killin’ my motherfuckin’ vibe


    Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Tha Bizness, Sounwave

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