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Jazzy Hoe's, Pt. 2

Backbone
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Nigga, don't front You know you be spuntin' that hoe to everything she want Yeah, right up Talk about these skirts for a second All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? Halle Berry, Jennifer Lo' Skirts that change the weather, rain to snow Ferica A. Fox, Janet Jackson Postin' with Ms. Jackson and Toni Braxton You want the world? You want diamonds and pearls? A nigga with thorough game, game is thorough Exotic nights, tequila when the sun rise Let's improvise, can't keep my eyes off her thighs Losin' control, it's all lucids Gotti Capone, and I like y'all by the deuces Hennessy, the perfect remedy Is Hennessy, Remy and me Me and J.D. hittin' switches, California-bound Baby, don't you wanna be down? Just take a look around So So Dogg Pound, yeah Puttin' somethin' fat in your mouth You know what, cuz? All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? I wanna girl with a body so bad, need a spankin' Not a dime, but babe'll have a blanket She could work at Mickey D's Servin' me a double parmesan, a cut In half with bacon and triple cheese But you can't be no member of the itchy bitty titty committee 'Cause I love breasts and tits for breakfast With more hips than her (Ass) Sittin' on six inch heels, squintin' fever, wanna be's and them prints I like mine with a dimple, weave and the plants Got a hole in the biggest jigga's, diamonds and symbols With piercings from her eyebrow, tongue, lip and tits And on down to her belly button and clitoris I make the chick take the dick We can fuck, but like Puff and The L O.X., you can't pay Shawn's ticket I want a four-decker lesbian dyke hoe The type hoe, she jazzy, she my type hoe All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? Eddie King like jazzy hoes in tight britches On some real shit, I'm like Noah with them bitches I take 'em by the twos, fo' shizzle Stretch 'em out to the rhythm of the waves, my nizzle On the yacht, laid out, gettin' black in tropical sun Blinded by the glare comin' off them VS1's You know them chunky rocks sittin' pretty in her ear They compliment the ice in the glass of Belvedere I spit a lil' game, man, hunt up out of here Then I slide up in it, like a yearly pap smear Ah yeah, Eddie King hit 'em all night I swear, they love the way a nigga ball, right? Got friends like Whodini, bitch, you better believe So many bitches on my arm, I got tricks up my sleeve They love to give me brain and blow my mind like Eve And give birth to thoughts y'all couldn't conceive You heard me? All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? Say, shawty, is you done heard of this? All natural, no preservatives I seen you workin' that You seen him servin' that, you seen him swervin' that I'll beat that thing 'til you scream (Stop, you're hurtin' me) In the peanut butter and bourbon And leave them hoes froze Jump out dead fresh and give them hoes the hivin' pole Now, I suppose you already know by now Tell them suckers back-back, let 'em know this my town Put down, baby, you can go on, recline, relax Cold as hell, just had to reiterate the facts now What's up with you and the things you do? (Shit, ain't nothin', just wanna hang with you) Cool, pop the roof and exhale You like that there? (Yeah) This is for only one night like Luther Girl, you gon' make me do somethin' to you All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? All I like is them jazzy hoes The type that make a nigga spend all his dough Showin' off the sight Everything you like, you know the ones you wanna make your wife You heard me? But you know, man, you ain't gotta front to the homies Like it ain't what it is We know what's goin' on I knew she was ridin' in a Sentra Then she met you, now she got a Bimmer