Jazzy Hoes 歌词
| 歌曲 | Jazzy Hoes |
| 歌手 | Jermaine Dupri |
| 专辑 | Life in 1472 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dupri, Eightball, Mr. Black ... | |
| All i like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough | |
| Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like | |
| You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me? | |
| [too short] | |
| Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic | |
| Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick | |
| She be my last pick, i got a real hoe | |
| Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo | |
| Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night | |
| Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life | |
| Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down | |
| She gotta understand what i know now | |
| Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch | |
| Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch | |
| I travel throughout the year | |
| I keep a woman with a house and her own career | |
| So when i buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?) | |
| Too short baby, don't need to trick | |
| I give her what she want cause i'm a real player | |
| Platinum after platinum, ask me how i feel later | |
| [chorus 2x] | |
| [young bloodz] | |
| See i ilke them crazy hoe | |
| Them straight, get down and pay me hoe | |
| I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe | |
| Make my creep fall right out my clothes | |
| On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow | |
| Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go) | |
| Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh) | |
| Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo' | |
| [young bloodz] | |
| Now see, just the other night, i met me a ol' jazzy hoe | |
| Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe | |
| Who think she fly to death, so i ain't gon' hold my breath | |
| To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self | |
| For as i cut one but two down the line | |
| But could it be yo' hoe that i'm cuttin' everytime? | |
| And i come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique | |
| To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick | |
| [mr. black] | |
| Quote for quote, who tote like this | |
| Hit the club jig, on some wes snipe shit | |
| Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed | |
| I mock turtlenecks while i'm bees and tweed | |
| Til i proceed, damn right, the spot's tight | |
| Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might | |
| Bag these bitches like groceries | |
| Player to player, you can't get close to me | |
| Now who you 'posed to be? | |
| Pullin' toast on the s-o double n-y, girlfriend lookin' fly | |
| And i can tell she schemin' (why's that?) | |
| Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay) | |
| But that's cool though, cause i know how to stain golds | |
| I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know | |
| I slang flow, east to west | |
| Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test | |
| [chorus 2x] | |
| [eightball] | |
| Lay it down, lay it down | |
| You hoes lay it down | |
| When the real motherfuckin' player come around | |
| Shy, not i, some times i choose not to speak | |
| Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' hennessee | |
| Or remy or red passion with champagne | |
| Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man | |
| Trick, not i, trick be you, can you dig that? | |
| I got star hoes pickin' me up in tahoes | |
| Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes | |
| Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes | |
| I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches | |
| All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches | |
| I like women with they head on straight | |
| Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' eight | |
| Nigga think he a player with them old girbauds | |
| Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes | |
| [chorus] | |
| [too short talking in background] |
| zuo ci : Dupri, Eightball, Mr. Black ... | |
| All i like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough | |
| Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like | |
| You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me? | |
| too short | |
| Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic | |
| Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick | |
| She be my last pick, i got a real hoe | |
| Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo | |
| Don' t let the freak in you keep you up all night | |
| Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life | |
| Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down | |
| She gotta understand what i know now | |
| Ain' t no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch | |
| Come around me gettin' credit cards and don' t do shit, bitch | |
| I travel throughout the year | |
| I keep a woman with a house and her own career | |
| So when i buy her a diamond ring, it' s just a gift what' s your name? | |
| Too short baby, don' t need to trick | |
| I give her what she want cause i' m a real player | |
| Platinum after platinum, ask me how i feel later | |
| chorus 2x | |
| young bloodz | |
| See i ilke them crazy hoe | |
| Them straight, get down and pay me hoe | |
| I wouldn' t mind no jazzy hoe | |
| Make my creep fall right out my clothes | |
| On the blow, can' t let no hoe see my flow | |
| Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go gotta go | |
| Strip you on down like a shakeabooty hoe uh huh | |
| Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo' | |
| young bloodz | |
| Now see, just the other night, i met me a ol' jazzy hoe | |
| Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe | |
| Who think she fly to death, so i ain' t gon' hold my breath | |
| To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo' self | |
| For as i cut one but two down the line | |
| But could it be yo' hoe that i' m cuttin' everytime? | |
| And i come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique | |
| To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick | |
| mr. black | |
| Quote for quote, who tote like this | |
| Hit the club jig, on some wes snipe shit | |
| Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed | |
| I mock turtlenecks while i' m bees and tweed | |
| Til i proceed, damn right, the spot' s tight | |
| Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might | |
| Bag these bitches like groceries | |
| Player to player, you can' t get close to me | |
| Now who you ' posed to be? | |
| Pullin' toast on the so double ny, girlfriend lookin' fly | |
| And i can tell she schemin' why' s that? | |
| Cause she like the ice is gleamin' okay | |
| But that' s cool though, cause i know how to stain golds | |
| I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know | |
| I slang flow, east to west | |
| Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test | |
| chorus 2x | |
| eightball | |
| Lay it down, lay it down | |
| You hoes lay it down | |
| When the real motherfuckin' player come around | |
| Shy, not i, some times i choose not to speak | |
| Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' hennessee | |
| Or remy or red passion with champagne | |
| Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man | |
| Trick, not i, trick be you, can you dig that? | |
| I got star hoes pickin' me up in tahoes | |
| Fuck them atthebar hoes, tryin' toscore hoes | |
| Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes | |
| I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches | |
| All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches | |
| I like women with they head on straight | |
| Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' eight | |
| Nigga think he a player with them old girbauds | |
| Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes | |
| chorus | |
| too short talking in background |
| zuò cí : Dupri, Eightball, Mr. Black ... | |
| All i like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough | |
| Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like | |
| You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me? | |
| too short | |
| Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic | |
| Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick | |
| She be my last pick, i got a real hoe | |
| Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo | |
| Don' t let the freak in you keep you up all night | |
| Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life | |
| Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down | |
| She gotta understand what i know now | |
| Ain' t no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch | |
| Come around me gettin' credit cards and don' t do shit, bitch | |
| I travel throughout the year | |
| I keep a woman with a house and her own career | |
| So when i buy her a diamond ring, it' s just a gift what' s your name? | |
| Too short baby, don' t need to trick | |
| I give her what she want cause i' m a real player | |
| Platinum after platinum, ask me how i feel later | |
| chorus 2x | |
| young bloodz | |
| See i ilke them crazy hoe | |
| Them straight, get down and pay me hoe | |
| I wouldn' t mind no jazzy hoe | |
| Make my creep fall right out my clothes | |
| On the blow, can' t let no hoe see my flow | |
| Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go gotta go | |
| Strip you on down like a shakeabooty hoe uh huh | |
| Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo' | |
| young bloodz | |
| Now see, just the other night, i met me a ol' jazzy hoe | |
| Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe | |
| Who think she fly to death, so i ain' t gon' hold my breath | |
| To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo' self | |
| For as i cut one but two down the line | |
| But could it be yo' hoe that i' m cuttin' everytime? | |
| And i come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique | |
| To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick | |
| mr. black | |
| Quote for quote, who tote like this | |
| Hit the club jig, on some wes snipe shit | |
| Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed | |
| I mock turtlenecks while i' m bees and tweed | |
| Til i proceed, damn right, the spot' s tight | |
| Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might | |
| Bag these bitches like groceries | |
| Player to player, you can' t get close to me | |
| Now who you ' posed to be? | |
| Pullin' toast on the so double ny, girlfriend lookin' fly | |
| And i can tell she schemin' why' s that? | |
| Cause she like the ice is gleamin' okay | |
| But that' s cool though, cause i know how to stain golds | |
| I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know | |
| I slang flow, east to west | |
| Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test | |
| chorus 2x | |
| eightball | |
| Lay it down, lay it down | |
| You hoes lay it down | |
| When the real motherfuckin' player come around | |
| Shy, not i, some times i choose not to speak | |
| Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' hennessee | |
| Or remy or red passion with champagne | |
| Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man | |
| Trick, not i, trick be you, can you dig that? | |
| I got star hoes pickin' me up in tahoes | |
| Fuck them atthebar hoes, tryin' toscore hoes | |
| Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes | |
| I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches | |
| All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches | |
| I like women with they head on straight | |
| Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' eight | |
| Nigga think he a player with them old girbauds | |
| Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes | |
| chorus | |
| too short talking in background |
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