[Jay Tee] I hate to get broke, but I leave with Riches ?Hit the avenue stretch with?? two million dollar bitches If its love, its love as soon as we walk in You take the yellow one, but Ima hit the dark skin Outta town, Mexicana, Puerto Rican, Cuban Me, SPM, and big Frost gettin stupid Fuck Cupid, cuz Jay Tee loves none I aint no star but tonight Im finna fuck one Make her break bread, get her buck naked Triple XRated, my gat nickel plated Had to scoop, gave the broad the boot Collect my loot, and treat her like a prostitute This pimp voodoo, pick her up in my hoodoo Im the shit like voodoo, fuckin more hoes than yoohoo Top notches is all I ever been with Im a dog let me tell ya what I been with [Chorus] Now this be the type of shit that we do With my nephews smokin Pepe LePew Im a cold muthafucka and I thought you heard I just put twinkies on my Thunderbird This be the type of shit that we do With my nephews smokin Pepe LePew See after the show Ima catch you later Cuz I gotta count cash on my calculator [Frost] I split the blunt, cut it up, fill it up Lick it up, tonite we smoke the whole city up And giddy up, live it up, and hoes give it up Whats really up, we hit another million, give it up Bottoms up, roll it up, we can blow it up Toke it up, choke it up, let me see ya throw it up So hold them up, actin like you wanna get em up I wet em up, I never let em up Better run and cover up, and sober up Before they find you floatin in the river belly up I count fetti up, business on the up and up I tear it up, I drink cincos with some 7Up Break em up, bout to shoot the dice shake em up 11 up, get my chips then I scrape em up I take em up to the telly, then I take it up And thats fo real homeboy, I never make it up [Chorus] [South Park Mexican] Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but I pick pockets SP in the VIP smokin with the rocks Fuck a pigeon, I like a white chicken in my kitchen Yall can all fuck my bitch, as long as you pitch in Switch hits in, homie I aint trippin Sippin, 60 out the box tongue twistin Make the world listen, from free world to prison I chop more birds than they do on Thanksgivin I was driven to my limits, I did it like Phyllis Bitch made critics try to break me like a Guinness All around crack star, just by the fast car Quick 3 Gs gettin spent at the back bar Act hard with the one they call the Crack Child The one that walks the mack mile, in brand new reptiles Crooked, flippin Ima reach 11 digits Homes you cant see me, unless you buy some tickets
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