Jazzy Bitch Lyrics - Unlv

Verse one: {lil' ya} 

I can never run out of bitches to right about it 

My forget they name but I got game 

That's how I get them out 

I told ya bout demetrice, evet, and sabrina 

Never gave you the low on this stank hoe 

Katrina I seen her, walkin' out the melph by herself 

She's a bad bitch from uptown who lived in the melph 

I introduced myself it's the capital ya 

Ok? she asked me what I like to drink 

I told her alaza and by the way 

You need to pick up some of that foolishness 

It makes me hard, when I start I don't want to quit 

Man I punched this hoe, I wore the pussy out and 

Before I left, best believe I got them out 

I told you I'm a gangster and I just 

Don't quit so I'm a talk some mroe shit bout 

Another bitch I got partna out the three we call 

Him tee, now me and my nigga tee was fuckin' the same 

Bitch named nicky, nicky was the spanish type of bitch 

Who liked the sex, she was down for havin' sex 

But I was in it for her checks 

She lived near the nell, I told the bitch to give me some mail 

She took me to dinner, broke me off I ended up in her 

Now, yella boy you my nigga I know you don't trip 

But after the chorus won't ya brag for a bitch 

Chorus: {lil' ya} 

Lil' ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch 

Yella boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch 

Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch 

But we lookin' for them bitches with them 

Real big butts 

{2x} 

Second verse: {yella boy} 

My story starts about my baby mama 

Mother fuck ya, I wish I never met ya 

Keep my name off ya, bam-mouse! 

I can shake it, 'cause I caught ya loose 

I'm sick of tired of the right's to left's and 

The uppercuts I had to throw 

Now I'm goin' solo hoe 

Ya see, I want a popper from the south 

So she work her mouth, plus my long dick 

Make her scream and shout 

Now where the big booty bitches who can really bounce 

Stroke it up at the teli or at my house 

I like to tear them hoes up when I'm full of 

That dope, servin' up with the dick down they throat 

Like scope, I'm come through like a gun at the head 

Hold the noise, let's get busy fuck the jeep check 

I'm down with dackaree go down the pussy 

Dizzy, now tell me do you feel the heat in yo stomach dizzy 

Break it off for the record let my boy's hit it 

Fuck a nice, I want a real freaky bitch 

'cause I'm a gee runnin' game catch the m o four 

To be with me you got to be low down and dirty hoe 

Pussy weigh uptown 'cause I'm a clown 

Turnin' you bitches smile into a frown 

Undercover freak I brought ya self-sex out 

Skeet skeet from yo hip to yo titte hoe 

I want the whole nine yard's plus yo heart hoe 

I want ya to back the fuck up 

Take a step back hoe 

It's the fella with the chuck's 

Comin' to rip wrap up them bitches 

On the floor with the hoe bro 

You see me in the mall spendin' what the fuck I want hoe 

All xl polo's with boo-koo thirty six waist girbauds 

Chorus: {2x} 

Third verse: {tec-9} 

From the nine-five to the nine-six 

I switched around my life 

Last night I fucked kangol's wife 

It's like over and over 

We twerk it on up 

Got to keep my eye's on these bitches 

Out for my riches 

They need they hair fixed and start to schemenin' 

Them dirty hoes 

Tec-9 what ya like? I like a pretty little bitch 

Tec-9 what ya like? I like a fine ass bitch 

Tec-9 what ya like? well as a matter of fact I like a bitch 

Who ain't afraid to suck the bozack 

My bitches is trippin' , got a mind full of silly games 

It's such a shame I had to diss the hoe 

Now I'll be solo now picture me 

Pimpin' a flock of hoes got 'em workin' on the streets 

And I'm at home gettin' my dicked sucked up 

Under the sheets I stroke the pussy 

To left I stroke the pussy to the right 

Hot blowed, I'm releasin'' down yo throat 

It's four thirty in the mornin' got to make it home 

Before my wife wakes up and know she sleep alone 

It's the same rotation as I apply the penetration 

To yo body, I'm smokin' I'm fatty the moment is right 

You call me daddy, it's like over and over 

You twerk it on up but we lookin' for 

Them bitches with the real big butts 

Now the sweat from your forehead is 

Drippin' in my chest no fakin' no more 

Because you know you dealin' with the best 

You want a key to my pad, but you tweekin' 

You try'na find a way to straight trap me 

Chorus: {2x}