Jazzabell (feat. Nephew Smooth)

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Miss Lady you're wrong, for leading them on
Got them thinking that its love, when its only bout them bucks
You got them leaving their homes, to be with you alone
And to get you in the sheets, but if you wanna play
You gotta pay that fee, cuz ain't shit free

You know the Jezebel type Manipulate male type
In a pretty lil benz
Keep her hair and her nails right
Her and a few friends
And they all live the same life
Getting dividends from all the men that stop by
Jezebel type manipulate male type
Its hard to show love
When you don't know what it feels like
She wants so quick cash
So shes out with the street lights
And that cash came fast
It got harder to see right
Its a whole different mode
When it comes to that street life
Nothing like the rules
You was taught up to live by
Done made that girl cold
Heart froze on the inside
Shes focused on the dough
No time for feelings she just grind
You acted like you ain't want me When you had a chance to love me
Now Im living lovely
You back acting like you want me
I laugh cuz its funny
Honey think that Im a dummy
Said that money got her on me
Yeah that money got her on me

Miss Lady you're wrong
For leading them on
Got them thinking that its love
When its only bout them bucks
You got them leaving their homes
To be with you alone
And to get you in the sheets
But if you wanna play
You gotta pay that fee
Cuz ain't shit free

You know the Jezebel type Manipulate male type
She got a lot of game
Cuz she learned from the hard life
In her mouth's a razor blade
If it comes out you'll get cut twice
She gotta pretty lil face
But she's a savage in real life
Her brother is Big Bruh
That niggas the hood plug
Her sister's a dancer
They making moves in the strip club
Bait em and take em down
Rob em in bout a month
This nigga feel in love
She's plotting to set em up
Bait em and take em down
The robbery's coming up
You kick in the front door
Holding ya guns up
That man put his hands up
You pause and you stutter
Cuz the nigga you was fina rob
Was your mother fucking brother
He said he thought that she loved him
And felt the feelings was true
But he knew he couldn't trust her
From the way that she moves
She said its all bout them dollars
The money changes the mood
Then looked him dead in his eyes
And said its over we're thru

Miss Lady you're wrong
For leading them on
Got them thinking that its love
When its only bout them bucks
You got them leaving their homes
To be with you alone
And to get you in the sheets
But if you wanna play
You gotta pay that fee
Cuz ain't shit free

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