[Verse 1: Juicy J] Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didnt ya see her in a bikini Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies For this chick you might be feenin, for you birshes, might be dreamin If she stuck up, I'm like whut up?I ain't got nothin but lent and pennies Tell yo boyfriend cut the crap-and, heard he got that fire ass capp-and Always wearin that shiny white gold, tellin everybody its platinum Dont you groupies hate on Juicy, actin like you never knew me I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the chewin Now she fuckin one of my niggas, pimped the trick weak on the trigga Watchin us on BET and, chillin wit our nigga Tigger Why they datin, I ain't hatin, got a call from Sally Payton Now I'm gamin on this hi-zoe, took her out real latey latey Pushin Bentleys, ridin caddy, when she see me calls me daddy Heard she like to chief on chronic, roll it up and hit this Cali You fuck my bitch, I fuck yo bitch, thats the way it is in showbiz Mane fa sho that freak you dont kiss, keep that spray for smelly fishes
[Chorus] I need a coach bag Bitch you got da game wrong I need my hair done Bitch you got da game wrong I wanna go out tonight Bitch you got da game wrong Mane thats just my friend Bitch you got da game wrong I need my car fixed Bitch you got da game wrong my baby needs some shoes Bitch you got da game wrong I wanna go out tonight Bitch you got da game wrong Mane thats just my friend Bitch you got da game wrong
[Verse 2: DJ Paul] Bitch, drop that purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its not Stayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoes Keepin one on every block, she fuck up bust her head with glock When I slam cadillac do's, 17 inch vogues On the curb, sip and serve, ask a broad "whats the word?" Wrong answer mean as cancer when I'm on that fuckin bird Runny nose and roastin hoes, kickin in them hotel do's Gotta keep that paper right, up all night and hype off white Big Bizness, Bizness Big when you talkin bout pimpin trick Gotta keep an eye out for them bitches tryna pimp ya dig? In the 2 thou, manne that shit done got so popular Push a pimp like me way back like some backwards binoculars But real pimps gon stay afloat like rubber ducks in white folks tubs Clouds creepin up above, smoke burnin from this bud Bitch, feel it 'fore I deal it, hoe how you gon hustle me? Im born and bred by HCP, I'll leave your blood off in these streets! Beatch!
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