SHORT DAWG - Jaccin 4 Beats lyrics

rate me

Look, here a nigga looking large

Pull up in a south top out of pushing hard

Feeling some kind of way, I must have took your broad

I started from the bottom like a full massage

Now I’m somewhere in the middle, I’m probably overseas getting head, being skittles

All these bad hoes on me ‘cause I made it by myself

Only thing bad ‘bout your baby mama is her breath

Niggas still sleeping on to me, they hating or they deaf

I’m balling so hard they complaining to the wrist

Ain’t one how you want it, handguns go hand to hand

Either way, you leaving handicapped, you don’t stand a chance

Oh, look, moment of silence as I pour up

Make the young hoes cause a riot when I show up

I don’t hang with rappers, all they do is hate

I got this cougar on me like I play with you of age

She gonna break brick, she fold lunch that she made this

And blow the pipe till her face red

I got ‘em twerking harder than Miley Cyrus to all the rounds I quote

And he do it in the mirror like a line of coat

Yeah, I pimp chicks and I sold crack

Like my chicks licks but my clothes match

Fresh man in the building, that’s some announce

So she made it bounce like an overdrawn bank account

Money, money, money is all I think about

On this road to the riches wish I would’ve taken a safer route

Instead of starching grams tryna make an ounce

Never could take a loose top flow with the W

I like my women and my cups in twos

Can’t dance but I’m in the streets busting moves

Niggas gay ‘cause they raise where it wasn’t rouse

But counting cash is the only time I’m touching dudes

Can’t be faded, had to grow breaks

Where I’m from niggas never die from old age

Niggas out here, wifelesless, not a hoe safe

Though she been around the block going both ways

Not me, I’m cruising sky street, letting Pac beat

Trunk waking up the neighbors but the top sleep

But you niggas mean, mugging while the boss speak

Tell me when I drive heated make it crash, leak

Cops keep tryna catch a nigga slip

My old hoe tryna get me back to pimping

My ex say she ain’t gonna listen to my next tape

Girl, you know you won’t diss disc

I swear zone had to make it home

Rolling weed up under the smoke

When it comes to these hoes leave ‘em broke

And never take ‘em home to ma like the teacher’s know

And I be on the dough, and my cup’s always white like the pope

When they come to frisk bars they comparing me to soap

Keep it real so you gotta feel me like you grow

H-town, nigga, you can take the tattoos …like a raccoon

Make the rest choose ‘cause you know they get crisp

If the thoughts pop you gonna probably get this, hold up