Jazzy Hoes — текст песни (Jermaine Dupri)





[too short talking]



[chorus]

All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough

Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like

You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?



[too short]

Little fast bitch, actin sarcastic

Need to get her ass kicked, tryin to get the cash quick

She be my last pick, I got a real hoe

Take yo ass back to class and buy a dildo

Dont let the freak in you keep you up all night

Gettin fucked and sucked, you wastin your life

Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down

She gotta understand what I know now

Aint no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch

Come around me gettin credit cards and dont do shit, bitch

I travel throughout the year

I keep a woman with a house and her own career

So when I buy her a diamond ring, its just a gift (whats your name? )

Too short baby, dont need to trick

I give her what she want cause Im a real player

Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later



[chorus 2x]



[young bloodz]

See I ilke them crazy hoe

Them straight, get down and pay me hoe

I wouldnt mind no jazzy hoe

Make my creep fall right out my clothes

On the blow, cant let no hoe see my flow

Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)

Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)

Put you in the street, make me mo money mo



[young bloodz]

Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol jazzy hoe

Straight boozyabitch, ol sassy hoe

Who think she fly to death, so I aint gon hold my breath

To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yoself

For as I cut one but two down the line

But could it be yo hoe that Im cuttin everytime?

And I come to find she servin every nigga in yo clique

To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick



[mr. black]

Quote for quote, who tote like this

Hit the club jig, on some wes snipe shit

Snatchin all the hoes in your harem, indeed

I mock turtlenecks while Im bees and tweed

Til I proceed, damn right, the spots tight

Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might

Bag these bitches like groceries

Player to player, you cant get close to me

Now who you posed to be?

Pullin toast on the s-o double n-y, girlfriend lookin fly

And I can tell she schemin (whys that? )

Cause she like the ice is gleamin (okay)

But thats cool though, cause I know how to stain golds

I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know

I slang flow, east to west

Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test



[chorus 2x]



[eightball]

Lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down

When the real motherfuckin player come around

Shy, not i, some times I choose not to speak

Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin hennessee

Or remy or red passion with champagne

Chiefin up some hay, gettin at them hoes, man

Trick, not i, trick be you, can you dig that?

I got star hoes pickin me up in tahoes

Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin-to-score hoes

Mickey dropin hoes, quick to drop they clothes

I give those only funky weave wearin bitches

All made up, gettin at a niggas riches

I like women with they head on straight

Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit eight

Nigga think he a player with them old girbauds

Gettin pimped by them space age jazzy hoes



[chorus]



[too short talking in background]



Статистика сайта
В нашей базе исполнителей: 36455, текстов песен: 420034