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Play me some pimpin', man
I saw you (And him, and him) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I'll never be the same
(Hoodrich)
[Juicy J]
She for the streets, she for the streets (What?)
Free game, nigga, just let her be
I'm smokin' weed, roll up a leaf
Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, she a super freak
Pop a pill, I ain't Urkel, she be geekin' (Oh)
She soundin' like a creeper, drink semen
She for the streets, she for the streets
Free game, nigga, just let her be (Oh)
I saw you (And him, and him) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I'll never be the same
(Hoodrich)
[Juicy J]
She for the streets, she for the streets (What?)
Free game, nigga, just let her be
I'm smokin' weed, roll up a leaf
Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, she a super freak
Pop a pill, I ain't Urkel, she be geekin' (Oh)
She soundin' like a creeper, drink semen
She for the streets, she for the streets
Free game, nigga, just let her be (Oh)
[Juicy J]
Free game, niggas is slow
Thought you knew better than cuffin' a ho
Trickin' your bag, spendin' your dough
Shoppin' for her when you go to the store
She don't wanna be saved
Why the fuck niggas didn't listen to Pap?
I'm in the yadda, go run that shit back
Niggas ain't know it was deeper than rap
I got money to spend
I tell a bitch, "I ain't one of your friends"
Heard that lil' bitch just burnt my mans
Baby, I'm keepin' my dick in my pants
Oh, wow, what do we have?
Another bitch with some titties and ass
So many niggas be shootin' they shot
I ain't gon' shoot, I think I might pass
I know the bitch been passed around
Free game, niggas is slow
Thought you knew better than cuffin' a ho
Trickin' your bag, spendin' your dough
Shoppin' for her when you go to the store
She don't wanna be saved
Why the fuck niggas didn't listen to Pap?
I'm in the yadda, go run that shit back
Niggas ain't know it was deeper than rap
I got money to spend
I tell a bitch, "I ain't one of your friends"
Heard that lil' bitch just burnt my mans
Baby, I'm keepin' my dick in my pants
Oh, wow, what do we have?
Another bitch with some titties and ass
So many niggas be shootin' they shot
I ain't gon' shoot, I think I might pass
I know the bitch been passed around
Hot a nigga that passed her down
Shawty done fucked like half the town
You wifin' her, nigga, your ass a clown
She ain't one of them ones
One of them ones to fall in love
Baby been fuckin' with all the thugs
Poppin' her ass in all the clubs
[Juicy J]
She for the streets (Street, ayy), she for the streets (Streets, what?)
Free game, nigga (Nigga), just let her be (Let a bitch be)
I'm smokin' weed (Weed, nigga), roll up a leaf (Uh-huh)
Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, she a super freak
Pop a pill, I ain't Urkel, she be geekin' (Oh)
Shawty done fucked like half the town
You wifin' her, nigga, your ass a clown
She ain't one of them ones
One of them ones to fall in love
Baby been fuckin' with all the thugs
Poppin' her ass in all the clubs
[Juicy J]
She for the streets (Street, ayy), she for the streets (Streets, what?)
Free game, nigga (Nigga), just let her be (Let a bitch be)
I'm smokin' weed (Weed, nigga), roll up a leaf (Uh-huh)
Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, she a super freak
Pop a pill, I ain't Urkel, she be geekin' (Oh)
She soundin' like a creeper, drink semen
She for the streets, she for the streets
Free game, nigga, just let her be (Yo, turn me oh)
[Juicy J]
That bitch don't belong to you, my nigga, you redneck
And she known to fuck the whole gang, so don't get attached
Why you spendin' all your time tryna get to know her?
She'll suck a mean dick for some Christian Dior
Yellow mama bad, you thought she was in her bag
You ain't know where she was gonna get it, Tunechi, get a bag
Easy does it, if she down to suck and fuck, shit, I ain't judgin'
She for the streets, she for the streets
Free game, nigga, just let her be (Yo, turn me oh)
[Juicy J]
That bitch don't belong to you, my nigga, you redneck
And she known to fuck the whole gang, so don't get attached
Why you spendin' all your time tryna get to know her?
She'll suck a mean dick for some Christian Dior
Yellow mama bad, you thought she was in her bag
You ain't know where she was gonna get it, Tunechi, get a bag
Easy does it, if she down to suck and fuck, shit, I ain't judgin'
But I got a reputation, I can't take her out in public
TMZ won't ever see her and my folks won't ever meet her
But I keep her well fed, nigga, she my favorite eater
If you knew her like I knew her, it would hurt your lil' soul
Fly her out the country, she gon' give up every hole
[Juicy J]
She for the streets (Streets)
TMZ won't ever see her and my folks won't ever meet her
But I keep her well fed, nigga, she my favorite eater
If you knew her like I knew her, it would hurt your lil' soul
Fly her out the country, she gon' give up every hole
[Juicy J]
She for the streets (Streets)
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