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