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Exotic clubs (clubs), whole body rubs (body rubs)
Under the table lap dances for the thugs (young thugs)
Hugs and kisses to all you bitches, the ones who get down been now relentless
Hos with ass (ass) and big ol' titties (big titties), bitches be the same in different cities
Some act saditty, some be turned out, but gettin' paid is what it's all about
Some seek perfection, use protection, some won't tell ya when they got infections
Love for the hos that have my scrilla (my scrilla), ain't scared to ride the dick of a killer (a killer)
Let a nigga get up in the back like (whoo-whoo)
Anyway you want it, young dog like (whoo-whoo)
We can take it the motel, cash up front, you can take it to the back seat if ya want
Don't trip (don't trip) just watch your scratch (scratch)
She got that game from a big ol' mac (a big mac)
Bitch keep a strap and be down to jack, ain't nothin' worse that a bitch with a gat
Fine as fuck but don't let that fool ya, that's that ho who'll truly do ya
Thought ya knew you just can't trust none, peep the game as the bitch try to run
Don't be so dumb that you can't look past them proper titties and all that ass
Raggly, that's what I call it, raggly bitch, she done stole ya wallet
Pop ya collar like a bull whip, let the ho know you'll bust her lip
E, let 'em know what they know about this?
Keep your hand out my pocket, bitch!
My wallet's closed you don't get this money, you met the man who treat you like Peg Bundy
She hungry like a bitch wit' a jaw sewn, ho bumpin' Smoov-E on the headphones
Had the ass in the air on the first night, got her wet when she heard me breathe on the mic
I did not know not callin' back would make you cry, she left the room stankin' like tuna on rye
E's breezy he's not like Sony fuck phonies, trick keeps to get left lonely
In the Montana, Tony and them Goodfellas, big breasted hos and all those bank tellers
Always with they hands in someone else's cash, couldn't stack a dollar to save their ass
Pass one say I should roll a J, but you say I should knock it
Broke out the backwood pack from my pocket
Get wit' it, you got infections, persuade the man push in the wrong directions
Turned out that's what I call it, turned out bitch just smoked your chronic
Trust is one of things you just can't have, along with the number to my cell phone
'Cause bitch you bad, glad to see you go, who gonna blow my friends?
You down to stay around and make some ends?
19 to put the shit together, sex fiends ain't nothin' but pleasure
Smoov-E'll keep you dick addicted, Salaz keep your body constricted
Reek Daddy'll bust your lip, Jackpot hypnotized your bitch
Pat Rich done laid the law and Nicky got tricky and laced 'em all
Some of these hos tryna count my figures
And when I clown 'em, they run and get they niggas
'Cause ho I'm just like a jaguar, get served so superb in a bad car
Follow me ho, yeah, come follow me
Smoke a little weed, now you wanna swallow me
Talking like a square freak on the phone, I had to hit the pussy with the lights on
Actin' real bad with your friends and shit, all in my ear sayin' call you a bitch
Mackin' is somethin' that I don't sweat, I'm a pisces, ho, I'm a get you wet, check
I'm a rat just lookin' for cheddar
You got a bad bitch? Nigga, mine's way badder
Bitch, you's a bitch and everythin' about you is a bitch
Don't stop bein' that bitch
Bitch, actin' like a fool on a Motorola celly, it didn't take much for me to get her to the telly
Clown suit ready she had to have fetti, now I'm 'bout to treat her like Blowjob Betty
Ass is somethin' that's mandatory, she didn't have no ass that's the end a story
Unless her pockets got hella loot, but she still gotta be like hella cute, punk bitch
I run game on the ducks and the bad bitch ass, better have hash if they ain't got cash
I'm mad now it's time to improvise, rely on my game to keep 'em hypnotized
I'm chargin' and bitch I ain't cheap, wear your hot pants, or I'm comin' with heat
Jackpot, they thought they knew, keep the game sacred, only spittin' clues
Only givin' rules to the hos that choose
And if they ain't double down, man, I cut 'em loose like that
And reinstate my draft, so many hos and so few paths
Can you sell a whore a dream in a paragraph? Make the bitch cry, then make her laugh
You gotta be a Sav' under all conditions, keep the bitch sprung with her dick addiction
Maybe that bitch need dick restriction, cut her ass off 'til she learn to listen
Watch her come beggin' for her old position, purse wide open for the playa she missin'
But bitch you ain't worth yo' change, ain't nothin' you can do about this playboys game
No names 'cause you're just a number, September pussy like an Indian summer
That's it, that hot sauce shit, caught her ass playin', keep sprung on the dick
Jackpot, spit one more rhyme, but only for the plays on uphill climb
One grind and don't you fall behind, keep a hand in her pocket if you donate time
Let the boss hit the crown, hot tricks get clowned (hit the crown)
Put my bad hands up and lay this mack hand down (mack hand down)
Which one should I choose? I got nothin' to lose
But I'm a make that decision after I hit this booze
Fuckin' pimp slap that bitch to the curb
Had her hand in my pocket tryin' to gank my herb (gank my herb)
Some Humboldt live put down my colt 45
She just socked this punk ass bitch in the eye (socked that bitch)
Crazy scandalous bitch, that's what I call it
Tryin' to run that game on this alcoholic (motherfuckin' alcohoic)
I thought you knew you sorry hos get Nathan
Observe this pimp game demonstration (pimp game)
Haters get mad shit they drawers
When they found out Pat Rich done fucked they broads (fucked they broads)
Wanna check this hog? You need to check that trick
Keep your hand out my pocket, bitch (sorry, trip)
You wanna ride my dick? Wanna sport my chain?
Wanna floss my ride? You hos insane (dumbass ho)
Take a listen, tramp bitch, dip the 6 with the hardcore tint pearl paint straight sick (sick ass ride)
Fuck no, I rather take your trick ass to the 'Moe
Hit that ass to kick that little trick ass to the door (tramp ho)
Bust the flows, keep fuckin' all your hos
Once a-motherfuckin-gain like I did it before (like I always did it)
I know ya wanna ride with Pat Rich, don't you?
Hit that ass and find out I don't even want you
Call you a straight-up, bitch
It ain't funny, no money, all you gettin' is dick
Fuck with stack, I be the blitz'n lineback, hittin' out the blindside, motherfuckin' spine crack
Can't nobody fuck with the razorback, the only bitch I miss is my Eight Tre' 'Lac
Straight bad actin', playa so crass, 'cause a foul mouth clown's for that bitches ass
Survived a straight-up catastrophe, with her long fucked up family history
They got her way too bitter, fucked by the babysitter
Never understood why pops always hit her
Now the shit got her actin' like a great white shark, let her past year in a Skylark
Got one kid she care less about (mommy), while she's peepin' out put your dick in her mouth
Picture frames, ashtrays, VCRs
If she catch your ass slippin', it's all in her car
But not me, might give you tricks hos like a boa
I'll swallow up that whole hoodrat real slow
Sledgehammer fuck 'em all straight through the floor
And if you didn't know then, well bitch, now you know
About these hog intentions I failed to mention
Before droppin' from the back tuggin' on your extensions
So pay attention, trick, before you come sit
You better recognize this motherfuckin' purebred Pit
'Cause I'll lock 'em up, so keep ya damn hand out my pocket
I give a fuck, I'll rip your whole arm outta socket
So what you think you got it, you better check your surroundings
'Cause I got some killer ho snipers strapped with high-powered brownings
That won't hesitate to put an end to the shady, but I got love for all you down ass ladies
That ain't scared to jock a Savage, who ain't too good for fuckin'
And all you wanna be hard to get hookers keep truckin'
'Cause the bull is back, a thoroughbred Mac, I got the number one defense guardin' my scratch
Pretty little whore found out, and we gon' do some business
Pretty little whore found out, and we gon' do some business
Do some business