[Verse 1: Reek Daddy]
Exotic clubs whole body rubs, under the table lap dances for the thugs
Hugs and kisses to all you bitches, the ones who get down been now relentless
Hoes with ass and big ol’ titties, bitches be the same in different cities
Some act saditty some be turned out, but gettin me paid is what it’s all about
Some seek perfection, use protection
Some won’t tell ya when they got infections
Love for the hoes that havе my scrilla, ain't scared to ride the dick of a killa
Lеt a nigga get up in the back like (woo woo)
Anyway you want it young dog like (woo woo)
We can take it the motel cash up front, you can take it to the back seat if ya want
Don’t trip jus watch your scratch, she got that game from a big ol’ 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 hoe 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 hoe know you’ll bust her lip
E, let em know what they know about this?
[Verse 2: Smoov-E]
Keep Your Hand Out My Pocket Bitch!
My wallets 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, hoe 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
Montana, Tony and them Goodfellas, big breasted hoes 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 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
Exotic clubs whole body rubs, under the table lap dances for the thugs
Hugs and kisses to all you bitches, the ones who get down been now relentless
Hoes with ass and big ol’ titties, bitches be the same in different cities
Some act saditty some be turned out, but gettin me paid is what it’s all about
Some seek perfection, use protection
Some won’t tell ya when they got infections
Love for the hoes that havе my scrilla, ain't scared to ride the dick of a killa
Lеt a nigga get up in the back like (woo woo)
Anyway you want it young dog like (woo woo)
We can take it the motel cash up front, you can take it to the back seat if ya want
Don’t trip jus watch your scratch, she got that game from a big ol’ 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 hoe 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 hoe know you’ll bust her lip
E, let em know what they know about this?
[Verse 2: Smoov-E]
Keep Your Hand Out My Pocket Bitch!
My wallets 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, hoe 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
Montana, Tony and them Goodfellas, big breasted hoes 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 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
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