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Jacki-O

Gangsta Bitch

 

Gangsta Bitch

(альбом: Poe Little Rich Girl - 2004)


Oh, hi! Hi, Jacki!
I went over your music, I love your style
But I don't know if there's a market for you
I mean, you rap very hard-like, I don't know...

Cut the chase, hoe, I'll cut your face, hoe
If that's your man, I wanna fuck him in his face, hoe
I post bail and never broke a toenail
Jacki-O, the shit, so the other bitch won't sell
Push the Coupe with the back on
Give him head with my Mac on, yeah, I get my mack on
Shit popping like tubs of Hpnotiq
I could go a little farther just to get his dick harder (Gangsta!)
You won't say shit, get in bed and lay stiff
Exactly why he's not around when you need to pay rent
You broads irk me, I'm where the work be
In my heels, lift my skirt up and slurp me
If you're gangsta, I'm just what you're looking for
In the kitchen cooking raw, give that man a likkle more!
Y'all hustle can't fuck with our house
Poe Boy got the boy that'll bust ya hard

In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100, 000 cars moving at a high speed
Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas
Large scales of Chanel is all I'm after
I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch
You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh)
The same hoe that'll run in the bank
[?]
Stash box under the tank

Rip the top off the Thunderbird (oooh), I'm number one with words
You know what's in the purse, I go to blunt it first
You hoes so fake, talking shit with no cake
I don't associate, running shit with no brakes
You hoes kill me, talking like you got it all
When you still selling pussy at the Adams Mall
When I got 'em all tryna take me to the mall
Fuck 'em, buy a car, then we could hang hard
You know my thang hard, playa we them gangstas
Fuck a nigga with a job, he gotta sling hard
Buy a condo, take me to the tippy top
Get these titties hard and lick this pretty cock

In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100, 000 cars moving at a high speed
Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas
Large scales of Chanel is all I'm after
I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch
You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh)
The same hoe that'll run in the bank
[?]
Stash box under the tank

Walking out of court styling, never caught smiling
'Cause I'm living like you would on your fourth album
Strolling through the Beans since I was a young teen
My cousin was a fiend, made me wanna come clean
They was content (not I) getting they nails done
I was at a liquor tryna help a nigga sell one
Do the right thing, dirtbag or the shell's wrong
[*sniff*] [*sniff*] You can smell a Chanel, huh?
Jacki-O, y'all know to give me more space
I need some weed, 'cause this blunt got some more space
Clubbing, after party, know to go to Space
Follow me 'cause this gangsta bitch know the way

In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100, 000 cars moving at a high speed
Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas
Large scales of Chanel is all I'm after
I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch
You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh)
The same hoe that'll run in the bank
[?]
Stash box under the tank

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