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Bitches On My Jock - Prophet Posse (Ft. Indo G)
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Bitches On My Jock Prophet Posse (Ft. Indo G)

Bitches On My Jock - Prophet Posse (Ft. Indo G)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
20 years old, ridin' in a $80,000 dollar Viper
Better watch out for the snipers that be bumpin' our tapes, but they really don't like us
Why must my friends hates me like the devil? When? When I go to another level
(How many of 'em treat ya like this?) Actually, tell the truth, several
But it ain't no thing, it's all good, I be all about development (development)
But I gots no time for arguments, disagreements, get some settlements
Better get yourself together, quit changing like the weather
Try stickin' together, cause being a hater mane, you'll gain never
Them girls be checkin' me, they ain't checkin' you, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Better put some in yo pockets, use yo brain instead of yo dick
These words, I mean it, shit I speak on, done seen it
Don't question me or get next to me, Prophet Posse be with me teamin' it (teamin' it)
Even when no wind be to my back, I'm still gon' bring a fool a hat
Give credit where credit's due dawg, it don't even have to be like that
But it's nobody but me and G 'cause the Viper got nothin' but two seats
Meanin' there's no room groupie, see ya when I see you B!

[Hook]
Bitches on my jock cause I make alotta money
Niggas playa hatin' cause they don't see nothin' funny
Bitches on my jock cause I make alotta money
Niggas playa hatin' cause they don't see nothin' funny

[Verse 2: Indo G]
Indo in it for today
See nigga I ain't lyin', yesterday, I was broke, a joke with no hope
Folk picked me up so now I'm flyin' Alpine, sippin' wine
Lexus thang, Versace clothes, shoppin' sprees
Jealous suckers watch my back to find O's, talkin P's
To my niggas in the pen doin' time for like jumpin in mazes
It's amazing to see how my niggas maintain
That they claim they a felon like they on the street
But I know my nigga rode, so I just peep game
Hope he maintain and keepin' the composure
So when he get out we gon' blow hella dozier
Like I told ya, told ya, on the funk, keepin' it crunk
Makin' 'em bleed for cheese, it's nothing wrong
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