(Sweet Jones) My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love She be cross country, givin' all that she got A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean I'll show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile (mile) We piling up the paper on the dining room table 'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable) We rocking Russian sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back? I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch Put my pimpin' in your life, watch ya daddy get rich Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3 Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B 'Cause what's a ho with no pimp, and what's a pimp with no hoes? Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes We tryna get chose

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town And hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smilin' Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, 'Too soon! Don't do it! Reconsider, read some liter- Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya: Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart Play your part, play your part'

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