Get Throwed
B. Jayne That bitch that corporate chick
Yo nigga suck me like a thirsty tick
Bitch asked did she know me, yeah I used to strip
Sold dope for a bit then I went legit
But I ain't here to boast
Sike I'm Lying
Bitch I'm from the 3rd coast
I'm thick and I'm fine
And I always do the most
When I'm poing up or I'm blowing
Gone Put it in my throat
You know Blazin Jayne don't choke
Gone tell me where the weed at
You don't really want that smoke
Hustle so hard that I made it to the vatican
Sold a few prayers to the motherfuckin pope
Bitches can't see me, but you in my scope
Said she can beat me, that must be a misquote
Cant hustle like me cause the bitch would go broke
Think she as bad as me, yeah a bitch could only hope
Nah
Better let that shit breathe
Your gal is cute
She ain't fucking with me
Hit the Galleria weekly shopping sprees
When I'm in the H I'm hopped up threes
Yeah I got that good, ya boy is a fiend
Tried to send his ass home, but he ain't tryna leave
Your man can't help that he start to miss me
Better leave that man alone, need give him time to greive
Yeah he'll be alright
Pussy underneath his nose like some cocaine white
You can pull up on the kid but you ain't spending the night
Roll my weed in the plane cause it's only top flight Pussy good
You say I got that 25 lighters
Don't burn your tongue cause I know it is some fire
25 Bad bitches twerking, never tired
Hitting 25 licks, getting 25 wires
Yo nigga suck me like a thirsty tick
Bitch asked did she know me, yeah I used to strip
Sold dope for a bit then I went legit
But I ain't here to boast
Sike I'm Lying
Bitch I'm from the 3rd coast
I'm thick and I'm fine
And I always do the most
When I'm poing up or I'm blowing
Gone Put it in my throat
You know Blazin Jayne don't choke
Gone tell me where the weed at
You don't really want that smoke
Hustle so hard that I made it to the vatican
Sold a few prayers to the motherfuckin pope
Bitches can't see me, but you in my scope
Said she can beat me, that must be a misquote
Cant hustle like me cause the bitch would go broke
Think she as bad as me, yeah a bitch could only hope
Nah
Better let that shit breathe
Your gal is cute
She ain't fucking with me
Hit the Galleria weekly shopping sprees
When I'm in the H I'm hopped up threes
Yeah I got that good, ya boy is a fiend
Tried to send his ass home, but he ain't tryna leave
Your man can't help that he start to miss me
Better leave that man alone, need give him time to greive
Yeah he'll be alright
Pussy underneath his nose like some cocaine white
You can pull up on the kid but you ain't spending the night
Roll my weed in the plane cause it's only top flight Pussy good
You say I got that 25 lighters
Don't burn your tongue cause I know it is some fire
25 Bad bitches twerking, never tired
Hitting 25 licks, getting 25 wires
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Writer(s): Janay Peloquin
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