U.N.L.V. - Jazzy b**h lyrics

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U.N.L.V. - Jazzy b**h lyrics

Verse one: {lil' ya} I can never run out of b**hes 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 b**h 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 p**y 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 sh** bout Another b**h I got partna out the three we call Him tee, now me and my n***a tee was f**kin' the same b**h named nicky, nicky was the spanish type of b**h Who liked the s**, she was down for havin' s** But I was in it for her checks She lived near the nell, I told the b**h to give me some mail She took me to dinner, broke me off I ended up in her Now, yella boy you my n***a I know you don't trip But after the chorus won't ya brag for a b**h Chorus: {lil' ya} Lil' ya got a gangsta jazzy b**h Yella boy got a gangsta jazzy b**h Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy b**h But we lookin' for them b**hes with them Real big bu*ts {2x} Second verse: {yella boy} My story starts about my baby mama Mother f**k 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 b**hes 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 f**k the jeep check I'm down with dackaree go down the p**y 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 F**k a nice, I want a real freaky b**h '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 p**y weigh uptown 'cause I'm a clown Turnin' you b**hes smile into a frown Undercover freak I brought ya self-s** 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 f**k up Take a step back hoe It's the fella with the chuck's Comin' to rip wrap up them b**hes On the floor with the hoe bro You see me in the mall spendin' what the f**k 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 f**ked kangol's wife It's like over and over We twerk it on up Got to keep my eye's on these b**hes 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 b**h Tec-9 what ya like? I like a fine a** b**h Tec-9 what ya like? well as a matter of fact I like a b**h Who ain't afraid to s** the bozack My b**hes 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 s**ed up Under the sheets I stroke the p**y To left I stroke the p**y 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 b**hes with the real big bu*ts 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}