Jazzy Bitch

Lyrics

[Hook: Lil Ya] LIl' Ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella Boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them real big butts LIl' Ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella Boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them real big butts [Verse One: Lil Ya] I can never run out of bitches to write about Might forget they name, but I got game, that's how I get the mouth I told ya bout Demetrice, Yvette, and Sabrina Never gave you the low on this stank hoe Katrina, I seen her Walkin' out down Canal by herself, she's a bad bitch from Uptown Who lived in the Melph, I introduced myself As the capital-Y-A, OK She asked me what I like to drink, I told her Alizé And by the way you need to pick up some of that foolishness It makes me hard, when I start, I don't want to quit Man, I punished this hoe, I wore the pussy out And before I left, best believe I got the mouth I told you I'm a gangster, and I just don't quit So I'm a talk some more shit bout another bitch I got partna out the three we call Him Tee, now me and my nigga Tee was fuckin' the same Bitch named Nicky, Nicky was the Spanish type of bitch Who liked the sex, she was down for havin' sex But I was in it for her checks She begged me to nail, I told the bitch to give me some mail She took me to dinner, broke me off I ended up in her Now, Yella Boy, you my nigga, I know you don't trip But after the chorus, won't ya brag for a bitch [Hook: Lil Ya] LIl' Ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella Boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them real big butts LIl' Ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella Boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them real big butts [Verse 2: Yella Boy] My story starts about my baby mama, motherfuck ya I wish I never met ya, keep my name off ya, vamoos! I can shake ya, cause I cut ya loose I'm sick of tired of the right's to lefts and The uppercuts I had to throw Now I'm goin' solo, hoe, ya see I want a popper from the South, so she work her mouth Plus my long dick make her scream and shout Now where the big booty bitches who can really bounce Stroke it up at the Telly, hoe, or at my house I like to tear them hoes up when I'm full of that dope Servin' up with the dick down they throat Like Scope I'm come through like a gun at the head Hold the noise, let's get busy fuck the chit-chat I'm down with dackaree go up in the pussy dizzy Now tell me do you feel the dick in yo stomach dizzy Break it off and for the record let my boy's hit it Fuck a nice bitch, I want a real freaky bitch Cuz I'm a G runnin' game catch the M.O. Four To be with me you got to be low down and dirty hoe Pussy way Uptown cuz I'm a clown Turnin' you bitches smile into a frown Undercover freak I brought ya self-esteem out Skeet skeet from yo hip to yo titte, hoe I want the whole nine yards, plus yo heart, hoe I want ya to back the fuck up, take a step back hoe It's the fella with the chuck's Comin' to rip wrap up them bitches on the floor with the hoe bro You see me in the mall spendin' what the fuck I want hoe All XL Polo's with beaucoup thirty six waist Girbauds [Hook: Lil Ya] LIl' Ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella Boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them real big butts LIl' Ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella Boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them real big butts [Verse 3: Tec-9] From the nine-five to the nine-six, I switched around my life Last night I fucked Kangol's wife It's like over and over, we twerk it on up Got to keep my eye's on these bitches out for my riches They need they hair fixed and start to schemenin', them dirty hoes Tec-9 what ya like? I like a pretty little bitch Tec-9 what ya like? I like a fine ass bitch Tec-9 what ya like? Well as a matter of fact I like a bitch who ain't afraid to suck the bozack My bitches is trippin', got a mind full of silly games It's such a shame I had to ditch the hoe, now I be solo Now picture me pimpin' a flock of hoes, got 'em workin' on the streets And I'm at home gettin' my dicked sucked up under the sheets I stroke the pussy to left ,I stroke the pussy to the right Hot blowed, I'm releasin' leakin' down yo throat It's four thirty in the mornin' got to make it home Before my wife wakes up and know she sleep alone It's the same rotation as I apply the penetration To yo body, I'm smokin' I'm fatty the moment is right You call me daddy, it's like over and over You twerk it on up but we huntin' for Them bitches with them big ole' butts Now the sweat from your forehead is drippin' in my chest No fakin' no more, because you know you dealin' with the best You want a key to my pad, but you tweakin' You tryna find a way to straight trap me up [Hook: Lil Ya] LIl' Ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella Boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them real big butts LIl' Ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella Boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them real big butts