J Hus - Dem Boy Paigon lyrics

[Intro] Hustla Baby Hustla Baby Oh My [Hook] Dem Boy Paigon I can't stand them I don't trust you if you ain't mandem They wanna do me Imma do you Before you do me Imma do you before you do me You must have lost your mind Small boy take your time I said take your time You must have lost your mind Small boy take your time (Verse 1) All these n***as turn fake as the time goes by All I need, all I need is my Ride or Die Yo B, What's your name What's your number Face looking pretty But I'm staring at your AuhAuhAuh And she don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from her Zim Zimmer Who's got the keys to the bimmer Ride for my G's And there ain't no team realer J Hus enter the place Big fat tool round my waist Dem Boy Paigon You can't bring them round me Are you mad, you dey craze Are you mad, you dey craze [Hook] (Verse 2) Sexy Girl called Chyna Make me wanna wine and dine her But one man can't satisfy her She needs more wood for the fire And if you don't wanna dance to the beat Just bop your head to the beat I invested in heat So let a paigon try me... Now he's thinking why me J Hus enter the scene Big fat tool in my jeans Dem Boy Paigon Don't bring em round me Are you mad, are you lean? Are you mad, are you lean? Oh, They don't wanna grind Go get a day job, Go bill a line I said, Oh they don't wanna grind Go get a day job, go bill a line I said, Oh, they don't wanna grind Go get a day job, go bill a line I said, Oh, they don't wanna grind Go get a day job, go bill a line [Hook]