| Now if a bitch is broke, how you 'posed to break her
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| (That's why) Jay Tee only fuck witta many maker
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| She got scratch, bread be a lil' bigga
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| Nice house on the hill, work that seven figa
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| Squeeze the trigga, she be down to blast for me
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| Got me outta the ghetto, and did it fast for me
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| Now I’m plush and no more rushing
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| Slangin keys of that coke on the hush and
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| She keep it hella real and never come shady
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| Lick my balls and suck my dick daily
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| Never talk back, even when I dissed her
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| And got caught up in the bed with her sister
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| I Got kids with her, but she never think of suin'
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| And I don’t give a shit, because she down for everything I’m doin
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| Mexicana, Black, or Egyptian
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| Call me up if you fit the description
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| Tell me what you wanna do
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| I’ll do anything for you
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| Tell me what you want
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| Tell me what you need
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| Are we gonna act a fool?
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| You wanna know how this man started ho?
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| Straight from the gate, I need a transportin blow never be late
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| She know what I say go, I’m playin it safe
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| It ain’t just that I want control, I’m stayin awake
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| If you a jive azz ho, plannin to stay
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| If you a live azz ho, I’m a man of mistakes
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| So all the lies that’s told, question me I will
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| First time lil' hefa, lie to me I peel
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| I want butter with my grits, salt and pepa
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| If you come at me with suga i’ma bark and check ya
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| Gots to have a mind, gots to be ambitious
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| Gots to know to never put no trust in bitches
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| Gots to be a Kadafian woman with respect
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| Gots to give me board, ???
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| A super bad bitch with a chance goin' stale
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| If she ain’t comin' to the table, financial and stable
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| Ho up or blow up, is how I’m finna start
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| I need a bitch with a beeper and some business cards
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| A bitch that’s in this hard, I’m talkin corns and callouses
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| Cuz when I’m dealin with her she goin' need a psychoanalysis
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| She drive a bitch crazy, especially if she’s lazy
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| She gotta get the gravy, and then she gotta pay me
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| It’s all official baby, plus pack a pistol baby
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| Times are crazy and shady, so I pack a 3−80
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| Ol' School fool who still drinks Thunderbird
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| Baby got a dude, but I’m fuckin' not lovin' her
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| She stealin' from him, but givin' to me
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| I’m Silky the Pimp, I live in the V
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| Me, Jay Tee and PSD ya’ll
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| Will keep it pimpin' til the next time we see ya’ll
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| And kick down from every bitch I’m runnin' through
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| What’s up now, baby what you wanna do? |