Текст песни Jay Tee f Frost, South Park Mexican - Pepe LePew
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[Jay Tee]I hate to get broke, but I leave with Riches?Hit the avenue stretch with?? two million dollar bitchesIf it`s love, it`s love as soon as we walk inYou take the yellow one, but I`ma hit the dark skinOutta town, Mexicana, Puerto Rican, CubanMe, SPM, and big Frost gettin stupidFuck Cupid, cuz Jay Tee loves noneI ain`t no star but tonight I`m finna fuck oneMake her break bread, get her buck nakedTriple X-Rated, my gat nickel platedHad to scoop, gave the broad the bootCollect my loot, and treat her like a prostituteThis pimp voodoo, pick her up in my hoodooI`m the shit like voodoo, fuckin` more hoes than yoohooTop notches is all I ever been withI`m a dog let me tell ya what I been with[Chorus]Now this be the type of shit that we doWith my nephews smokin` Pepe LePewI`m a cold muthafucka and I thought you heardI just put twinkies on my ThunderbirdThis be the type of shit that we doWith my nephews smokin` Pepe LePewSee after the show I`ma catch you laterCuz I gotta count cash on my calculator[Frost]I split the blunt, cut it up, fill it upLick it up, tonite we smoke the whole city upAnd giddy up, live it up, and hoes give it upWhat`s really up, we hit another million, give it upBottoms up, roll it up, we can blow it upToke it up, choke it up, let me see ya throw it upSo hold them up, actin` like you wanna get `em upI wet `em up, I never let `em upBetter run and cover up, and sober upBefore they find you floatin` in the river belly upI count fetti up, business on the up and upI tear it up, I drink cincos with some 7-UpBreak `em up, bout to shoot the dice shake `em up11 up, get my chips then I scrape em upI take `em up to the telly, then I take it upAnd that`s fo real homeboy, I never make it up[Chorus][South Park Mexican]Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but I pick pocketsSP in the VIP smokin with the rocksFuck a pigeon, I like a white chicken in my kitchenYa`ll can all fuck my bitch, as long as you pitch inSwitch hits in, homie I ain`t trippin`Sippin, 60 out the box tongue twistin`Make the world listen, from free world to prisonI chop more birds than they do on Thanksgivin`I was driven to my limits, I did it like PhyllisBitch made critics try to break me like a GuinnessAll around crack star, just by the fast carQuick 3 G`s gettin` spent at the back barAct hard with the one they call the Crack ChildThe one that walks the mack mile, in brand new reptilesCrooked, flippin I`ma reach 11 digitsHomes you can`t see me, unless you buy some tickets