Play Your Part Pt. 1

Play your part

sweet jones

my bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber

never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover

money on the dresser, drive a compressor

top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser

trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club

fucking up the game, bitch you 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 grey one, bought me a red

every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads

some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary

your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy

pump that shit up

now walk it out

now west side walk it out

south side walk it out

east side walk it out

north side walk it out

now hit da dance floor

and bend ya back low

she do it wit no hands

now stop pop and roll

I'm smokin bubba hoe

yea dey in trouble hoe

I like da way she move

an undercover hoe

it's on once again

patron once again

I threw my head back

then I froze like da wind

west side walk it out

south side walk it out

east side walk it out

north side walk it out

hey (repeat)

flip (repeat)

we're not gonna take it

you can show me how

no, uh uh, no way, you can show me how

no, we aint gonna take it

you can show me how

no, uh uh, no way, you can show me how

we're not gonna take it, anymore

you can show me how

you can show me how

uh uh, no way, you can show me how

yeah

ok, we poppin champagne like we won a championship game,

look like I got on a championship ring,

'cause I ball hard,

no bitch we ball harder,

I am the Birdman,

and I'm the J-R-uh,

bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say

what you know about that? what you know about that?

bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say

what you know about that? I know all about that.

bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say

can't see you lil nigga, the money in the way

and I'm, I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride blades

if you ain't gone ride fly than you might as well hate

shit I gotta eat yeah, even though I ate

and though it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake

shit believe that, if ya mans wanna play

Imma fuck around and put that boy brains on the plate.

pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'em lay

where I'm from we see a fucking dead body everyday

that's, uptown, throw a stack at 'em

make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em

ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict

and she saw me cooking eggs she thought I was back at it

I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go

I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loc's

`cause nothing compares

what you know about that?

nothing compares to

what you know about that?

I was gettin some head

gettin gettin some head

I was gettin some head

gettin gettin some head

nothing compares

what you know about that?

nothing compares to

I know all about that.

I was gettin some head

gettin gettin some head

I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl

I was gettin gettin gettin gettin

Gettin gettin gettin getting...