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Juvenile( Terius Gray )
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Be Gone - Featuring The Big Tymers
Lyricist:Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?
He told me number three was cheap Wit' a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, them girls be freakin' Checkin' in motels every other weekend Say brah, I can't picture lil' one eatin'
Boy, you ain't know fo' sho' she creepin' While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings Meeting Kitty wit' her mouth, that's what yo' chick 'bout Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out
Sometimes I be likin' when seein' chicks dykin' Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling and fightin' Hair everywhere, scratchin' and bittin' Pass me my asthma, pump again, man, this shit exciting
I be like, let's get jumped like a game of checkers And I done cheat more chicks than Nelly sold records E.I, C.I, turn a chick out Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
There's a story about a bitch named Sally A hot girl lived in that rat-hoe alley She stayed sharp, stayed rockin' balance And a fat pussy laid down in the Cadi'
Back of the seat or back of the palace I'm a hot boy, it really don't matter My brother, K.C. plays them tellers That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better Dick gotta a bitch in Miami, Â a dick-sweater Like Delores from A.T.L, 'The Freak of the Week' She did me, Slim, Joe and Tiki
I don't care, bitch, just ride Shake yo' pussy and shake yo' thigh Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to ride Baby girl lookin' at me like she surprise?
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?
Let me tell you about another one of my lovers I caught the ignorant chick pokin' holes in rubbers Talkin' 'bout she late, sorry no wait Girl, you fucked me, Mike Tyson and O.J
These hoes be pullin' they raw tactics Baby, makin' and jaw-jackin' Mami suck dick like a lowrider Ooh, wee, don't stop her
Thinkin' that I'ma claim that baby Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb and crazy His eyes green and his hair wavy Thought you had me, huh? Got me, playin' me
She movin' like a nigga hittin' switches But I bet I'd hit that old shitty She a popper, H.G., non-stopper She from Uptown, baby girl, don't knock her
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? ...
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