Lyrics to the song instrumental pimp slapped from the album Married By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com
-------Chorus-------
“ Take a Quarter ounce of Any,
And a bottle, of ‘dat Yac,
Mix it with,---- four hooker’s
In the back, of the lac,
So the police right behind us ,
That aint giving a fuck-------
Got a cup,-------full of pa-tron,
Some big ol’ nut’s
And some tiggo-,
Bitty’s bouncing,
In a pool out her bikini ,
With her friend who want to dance
And say she know me-------
when she see me--------
--Hooker!-------“
“Point Ones The Game then sell cain,
Make Money,-------
One’s—Five’s
Ten’s—Twunty’s---Fiftys-Un-named”
-------Verse 1-------
“ I don’t give a damn,
In grams N , ----way It up,
One- Point One,-Point Two,-Point Three
Lets double up,
We gon’ split-
-To two Point Six,
So hears your shiv-------
Dope- that im a get
I’ll have you lick-in ya lip’s
Was told that she love’s it--------
When she sees the blue and neon chris
Type of gift- have ya loving ice forever cold n rich-------
Pleasin’ men to get a hit,
Off on some man on fag shit,
You never before said you gay,
Now get the Romo out my crib,
And me apologies for this,
I guess you don’t know who this is,
Im a flow a line to let you in to Iz*m That’s with-in
Not read-in in a book,
Or played out on written in scripts,
Im just trying to- give a gift,
Something prosperous a this,
Seen hoes ,- down –n – locked out,
Trick’s pay –the bond now
Crime-ies got swipe out,
-------all down a hoes mouth,-------“
“Give—Me –My Cash---
And – I aint Play-in’
You either Paying Point One
Or you masturbating,”
-------Verse2-------
“Look cougar Please-------
Don’t hate the Game ,
You do –
He’s gonna kill you-------
Watching blood fall deep bottom,
Down into the river--------
With no innocents ,
Look into these eyes
And harsh I’ll fill you,---
Between the pain----
Eagerness ,
-------N Love,
For every single member,
She’s a pretty thing----
But im still ‘bout to slang you from the stable,
Regardless if she’s able,
Baby,--
Bitch,--get up on the table N dance,
Point’s I’ll turn you to a thoro-bread Ask!!!!---
Come to deliver—
Cant cetch,-------
Cuz Im the gingerbread man,-------
With the sweet in my hand-----
And the match lit as I puff
Come to roll up a dutch-------
Her jobs to twist up the blunt,
The others selling there butt,
You found me here in the Lac,
Peach cream,-------
With wood grain grip-in ,
As Im writing a track,--------“
“-------Clear Talk-------“
“Don’t get mad at me,----
You too damn Cute,
Whats ya name,?
Who’s ya Pimp,?
Im just out for the loot,
I’ll pay 300 for ya,
-------that’s the requisite,
Bitch,--
But you wont see not a cent,
In-tell you hustle-in clit,
To get the numbers we get,
You tricks an johns need a tip,
Count it out,-------grab a hotsheet’s
An escort List,--------
I got It for ya, If you need it,
If you want it,
Come an see it,
Know that look’s be deceiving ,
These aint the wet things that your dreaming,-----
This real--------
Cold Life,
-------- Not changing and unforgivin’
Weather lyke my heart,--------
It’s either raining ,
Or Im Bleeding,-------“
“Quarter ounce a -------,
------- And a bottle of dat Yac”
-------Chorus-------
“ Take a Quarter ounce of Any,
And a bottle, of ‘dat Yac,
Mix it with,---- four hooker’s
In the back, of the lac,
So the police right behind us ,
That aint giving a fuck-------
Got a cup,-------full of pa-tron,
Some big ol’ nut’s
And some tiggo-,
Bitty’s bouncing,
In a pool out her bikini ,
With her friend who want to dance
And say she know me-------
when she see me--------
--Hooker!-------“
“Point Ones The Game then sell cain,
Make Money,-------
One’s—Five’s
Ten’s—Twunty’s---Fiftys-Un-named”
“ I don’t give a damn,
In grams N , ----way It up,
One- Point One,-Point Two,-Point Three
Lets double up,
We gon’ split-
-To two Point Six,
So hears your shiv-------
Dope- that im a get
I’ll have you lick-in ya lip’s”
-------End-------
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