Lyrics:
jezzy
Where you from hot stuff? (buff ting)
I really hope you're not a grim
I really hope you're not a jezzy (jezzy)
I've seen you about
I think
much
These bitches stay all assuming
Pointing their finger for stupid stuff
All that hot air you blowing
I'm finna call your bluff
I can tell, just by
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
fight back, so you can get dropped
It`s time to see who`s nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you want to be a mack
I`m not
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
a mic stand, but I'd fuck Lonnie
Who's Lonnie
Some hot chick prolly
It's okay
Meet Gordon
He's my dad
He'll make you want me
But I don't even want me
I
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
"I don't have a bedtime, I don't need to cum
For I have become an amphetamine bum
If you don't like sleeping
And don't want to screw
Then you should
We're here in this room dirty thoughts on our minds so what we gone do
We know it's a sin but get consumed by the temptation of flesh
You want what I got
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
Skilla for da baby
Or it's curtains
Make it yo choice
The beat Rocky
Eat up like it's my bitch
Kash doll
Hit up my line
Keep u Komin
Its a hit
I be Joseph
with the hot whips? (Huh?) (uh-huh)
Where my niggas living better?
We want Beretta and Amarettos (word up, ayo Pun, I got you, baby)
Butter leathers
to the south
A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a row bone
Ain't nothin' like me, you baby with no clothes on
I'm tired of runnin' the streets
all witches in throw'em in ditches
if you front to this you just kit stitches
down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
should I begin trancept by
words won't fail
Bring your pail
cnd arch your back like so
When she wants to take her leave
You're going to need so much
More than me
You got stung by
was tired and awake for some time
Then my lights hit a welcoming sign
It said if you're alone
You can make this your home
If you want to, ow
you now
I got it bad for you baby I do
I want you back just as soon as you can
Whether you're near or whether you're far as the stars
Baby just get
that you didn't even know
But listen honey its drop by drop,
The stuff I'm selling it's hot, hot, hot
Mr Magic is not some toy
He's gonna
clap clap
I don’t even want her you can have that
yea he mad mad talkin shit get the gat gat
Shout ta b ward give ‘em dap dap
Can’t match that put
Yeah!
We keep it hot up in that range
With her feet up on the dashboard
She'll do anything I like!!
Oooh that baby you got that good stuff
Good
room
Lay your body down,
Or baby back it up,
Like a garbage truck
I know you got a man, boyfriend
You don't give a fuck,
While I'm deep inside
You must
Suicide, pro when I flow with the Mooninites
Foreigner belt, no need for a gun
They stole all my stuff, tried to sell me the sun
You're hot blooded, check it
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
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