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Jazzy Bitch - текст песни



Jazzy Bitch


Verse one: {lil’ ya}





I can never run out of bitches to right about it


My forget they name but I got game


That’s how I get them out


I told ya bout demetriceevetand sabrina


Never gave you the low on this stank hoe


Katrina I seen herwalkin’ out the melph by herself


She’s a bad bitch from uptown who lived in the melph


I introduced myself it’s the capital ya


Ok? she asked me what I like to drink


I told her alaza and by the way


You need to pick up some of that foolishness


It makes me hardwhen I start I don’t want to quit


Man I punched this hoeI wore the pussy out and


Before I leftbest believe I got them out


I told you I’m a gangster and I just


Don’t quit so I’m a talk some mroe shit bout


Another bitch I got partna out the three we call


Him teenow me and my nigga tee was fuckin’ the same


Bitch named nickynicky was the spanish type of bitch


Who liked the sexshe was down for havin’ sex


But I was in it for her checks


She lived near the nellI told the bitch to give me some mail


She took me to dinnerbroke me off I ended up in her


Nowyella boy you my nigga I know you don’t trip


But after the chorus won’t ya brag for a bitch





Chorus: {lil’ ya}





Lil’ ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch


Yella boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch


Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch


But we lookin’ for them bitches with them


Real big butts


{2x}





Second verse: {yella boy}





My story starts about my baby mama


Mother fuck yaI wish I never met ya


Keep my name off yabam-mouse!


I can shake itcuz I caught ya loose


I’m sick of tired of the right’s to left’s and


The uppercuts I had to throw


Now I’m goin’ solo hoe


Ya seeI want a popper from the south


So she work her mouthplus my long dick


Make her scream and shout


Now where the big booty bitches who can really bounce


Stroke it up at the teli or at my house


I like to tear them hoes up when I’m full of


That dopeservin’ up with the dick down they throat


Like scopeI’m come through like a gun at the head


Hold the noiselet’s get busy fuck the jeep check


I’m down with dackaree go down the pussy


Dizzynow tell me do you feel the heat in yo stomach dizzy


Break it off for the record let my boy’s hit it


Fuck a niceI want a real freaky bitch


Cuz I’m a gee runnin’ game catch the m o four


To be with me you got to be low down and dirty hoe


Pussy weigh uptown cuz I’m a clown


Turnin’ you bitches smile into a frown


Undercover freak I brought ya self-sex out


Skeet skeet from yo hip to yo titte hoe


I want the whole nine yard’s plus yo heart hoe


I want ya to back the fuck up


Take a step back hoe


It’s the fella with the chuck’s


Comin’ to rip wrap up them bitches


On the floor with the hoe bro


You see me in the mall spendin’ what the fuck I want hoe


All xl polo’s with boo-koo thirty six waist girbauds





Chorus: {2x}





Third verse: {tec-9}





From the nine-five to the nine-six


I switched around my life


Last night I fucked kangol’s wife


It’s like over and over


We twerk it on up


Got to keep my eye’s on these bitches


Out for my riches


They need they hair fixed and start to schemenin’


Them dirty hoes


Tec-9 what ya like? I like a pretty little bitch


Tec-9 what ya like? I like a fine ass bitch


Tec-9 what ya like? well as a matter of fact I like a bitch


Who ain’t afraid to suck the bozack


My bitches is trippin’got a mind full of silly games


It’s such a shame I had to diss the hoe


Now I’ll be solo now picture me


Pimpin’ a flock of hoes got ’em workin’ on the streets


And I’m at home gettin’ my dicked sucked up


Under the sheets I stroke the pussy


To left I stroke the pussy to the right


Hot blowedI’m releasin’’ down yo throat


It’s four thirty in the mornin’ got to make it home


Before my wife wakes up and know she sleep alone


It’s the same rotation as I apply the penetration


To yo bodyI’m smokin’ I’m fatty the moment is right


You call me daddyit’s like over and over


You twerk it on up but we lookin’ for


Them bitches with the real big butts


Now the sweat from your forehead is


Drippin’ in my chest no fakin’ no more


Because you know you dealin’ with the best


You want a key to my padbut you tweekin’


You try’na find a way to straight trap me





Chorus: {2x}



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