G-shit
What up?
I gotta tell you mtoherfuckers the truth
This is straight g-shit
And all you can do is respect it
[swifty]
Well i‘ma state my name
Swift mcveigh
None of y‘all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus i‘m big headed running things my way
A selfish man
The back of the hand
We slapping the hell outta hoes because i can
Prostitute
I want my loot
And i don‘t give a fuck about your broke ass man and
Y‘all giving niggas what they need and
Till bitches understand the meaning
Swift mcveigh is blowing up
Corvarciet till i‘m throwing up
Wanna player hate me bitch so what?
What‘s your function?
Where‘s your bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but i got too much
D12 naturally lifted
You niggas better duck when i cock the biscuit
You fuck with me
I fuck with you
Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell you little 22 gon‘ do?
(y‘all ain‘t gon‘ shoot)
Y‘all major soft
Cops get mad cuz i paid ‘em off (what)
Made ‘em cough (ya)
Blood and shit (ha)
That‘s what the hell y‘all motherfuckers get
We runs this bitch
So, hey, you ain‘t gotta be scared to fuck (f‘real)
If he want head then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don‘t care to nutt
For every stroke it‘s a hundred bucks
Respect the game
You just a slut
So open your legs up and get my guts(??) (bitch)
[chorus: eminem (dina rae)]
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I‘m your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I‘m your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I‘m your pimp
You my bitch
Go get my (dough)
Go bring me my (dough)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I‘m your pimp
You my bitch
[proof]
I do spit game
No longer than my game
There where my chain hang
My nuts do the same
Don‘t pay pussy
Pussy pay me
Bitch, slut, hoe, my lady
And knowing the fact i was born to mac
That‘s why i got a hoe in the back
Blowing my sack
Got good game
It‘s a hood thang
Got a huge brain
Loot of pootang
But i‘m all bank
Run that cheese
Tell that trick nigga (come back please)
I‘m a l-7 that‘s a square
You my bottom hoe
You gotta know
Off to a plan to make a lot of dough
So suck fast bitch and swallow slow
Bitch quit talking back
Now walk the track
[kon artis]
I don‘t pay for ass
You pump my gas
You get slapped for a short of cash
I get whip lashed when i hit the gas
And holler out the window with hash
Where‘s my scratch?
Bitch, that‘s it
Suck it, stroke it, make me rich
Cuz a token of my appreciation it‘s
Another client for you to hit
I don‘t give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids
You shoulda picked another occupation trick
You stuck with me
Fuck with me and i‘ma smack you up in this truck
You must have lost your mind or something
Crying and whining like you dying and suffering
Go suck some head until it ???? for ???????
You don‘t work
You make nothing
I‘m just another case of a lazy husband
[kuniva]
I want the paper stacked
Buy you an outfit it
Then take it back
When you page me bitch i never page you back
You only act a certain way that i make you act
Hoes recognize and niggas do too
Cuz they realize that niggas who shoot
Don‘t like a chick that act too cute
Bitch hold my gat down when i shoot hoops
And don‘t be calling me all kind of questions
All harrassing me calling stress in
Or i may have to release some aggression
And beat you to death and
Teach you a lesson
Looking for handouts.