Don't Trust Jeffery
Ah
Jeffery
Uh, uh
I came over, already hanged over
I go to bed drunk, and I'm wakin' up slumped nigga
My bitch don't do no dopin'
But she's second-hand smokin'
I'm ridin' round yo' city with my trunk wide open
Police pulled me over to ask me if I notice
And I don't need no reason nigga
I don't need no motive
Boy, I see you out here boastin'
I been broke, I'm broken
So do not be confused when all yo' shit get stolen
Nigga don't trust Jeffery
I wouldn't invite him over
I'll snatch the motor out yo' fucking lawn mower
Nigga, don't trust Jeffery
I rob you for your toaster, I'm a fucking pot smoker
I ain't no fucking stockbroker
I thought I told you nigga
Yeah
That nigga tried to kill my father
I thought I told ya
Jeffery
Yeah, I walk around suspicious
Police said I fit the description
But I can't turn myself in
Ya'll gon' have to come and get me
I be standin' on the corner, high off the sticky
You know I love the Reggie
You know I love the soda
Yeah, I'm ridin' with my soldiers
We got problems with these posers
I don't need exposure, I don't fuck with the promoters
I turn your girlfriend to a Pall Mall smoker
Her pussy ordinary, and her head is mediocre
Nigga, don't trust Jeffery
I'm grimmy and I'm crooked
I'd be cautious 'fore you caught me
I'd be careful 'fore you book me
Nigga, don't trust Jeffery
I hope you niggas lookin'
Thought I told you
I thought I told you, Nigga
Jeffery
Uh, uh
I came over, already hanged over
I go to bed drunk, and I'm wakin' up slumped nigga
My bitch don't do no dopin'
But she's second-hand smokin'
I'm ridin' round yo' city with my trunk wide open
Police pulled me over to ask me if I notice
And I don't need no reason nigga
I don't need no motive
Boy, I see you out here boastin'
I been broke, I'm broken
So do not be confused when all yo' shit get stolen
Nigga don't trust Jeffery
I wouldn't invite him over
I'll snatch the motor out yo' fucking lawn mower
Nigga, don't trust Jeffery
I rob you for your toaster, I'm a fucking pot smoker
I ain't no fucking stockbroker
I thought I told you nigga
Yeah
That nigga tried to kill my father
I thought I told ya
Jeffery
Yeah, I walk around suspicious
Police said I fit the description
But I can't turn myself in
Ya'll gon' have to come and get me
I be standin' on the corner, high off the sticky
You know I love the Reggie
You know I love the soda
Yeah, I'm ridin' with my soldiers
We got problems with these posers
I don't need exposure, I don't fuck with the promoters
I turn your girlfriend to a Pall Mall smoker
Her pussy ordinary, and her head is mediocre
Nigga, don't trust Jeffery
I'm grimmy and I'm crooked
I'd be cautious 'fore you caught me
I'd be careful 'fore you book me
Nigga, don't trust Jeffery
I hope you niggas lookin'
Thought I told you
I thought I told you, Nigga
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Writer(s): Jeffrey T Harper
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