I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you'se a killa
Sweet Jones Story
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P
I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't shit nigga
And if you don't shut the fuck up, you'll get hit nigga
And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some bitches tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a pussy niggga check me
And I ain't laugh, bitch niggas don't disrespect me
You shoulda killed me, bitch the first day that you met me
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
I told you nigga I don't fuck wit no K Rude
When I was young that nigga fucked me out some paper dude
But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
But bitch you almost got your homeboy broke off
Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door
The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow ho
Tryin' to talk like an O.G., better shut up
Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you'se a killa
Sweet Jones Story
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P
I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't shit nigga
And if you don't shut the fuck up, you'll get hit nigga
And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some bitches tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a pussy niggga check me
And I ain't laugh, bitch niggas don't disrespect me
You shoulda killed me, bitch the first day that you met me
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
I told you nigga I don't fuck wit no K Rude
When I was young that nigga fucked me out some paper dude
But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
But bitch you almost got your homeboy broke off
Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door
The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow ho
Tryin' to talk like an O.G., better shut up
Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up
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