I
keep a drink between my legs
when I'm pushing my whip
I slow down, bend the block
and take me a sip
I hit that shit twice, step on the gas
I holler at a hoe until it shake that ass
She better move somethin' before I climb
And jump up off the load
and put my Mack hand
I goes hard on her, can't you see?
Bros end up sick after fucking with me
I put a dick down they throat
and a bug in they brain
After checkout time,
she'll never see me again
I know you're feeling sad
and real neglected
Cause you tried to call my phone
but that shit was disconnected
You don't know how the game is dealt
I done pilled and killed
more than wealth to steal
They call me JT, a CP dude
Cold piece of work cause I shows no love
I'm a player, lil' bitch,
and I thought you knew
I wanna fuck you too,
so when I comes through
I leave the engine running
Honk a couple of times
and watch the hoe come running
I'm a player, lil' bitch,
and I thought you knew
I wanna fuck you too,
so when I comes through
I leave the engine running
Honk a couple of times
and watch the hoe come running
Now you know this
motherfuckin' broad is ready
So we gon' hit the streets
and try to stack some fetties
Real on pa per, R .L .P.
A man ain't got no game is what she tell me
So I'ma lace her up, get her feelin' good
But fuck her more than twice,
pain I wish I would
Suck it on drip, I'm just tryin' to stack it
As soon as I'm done,
you can have her back
Layin' with a bitch,
she really ain't my gig
Playin' JTs, known for doin' it big
I said I'm in love, first time I saw you
But now that I done gouged,
I'll probably never call you
What for?
I'm through with your lady
I'm Westbound bitch, interstate 80
I'm a dog, a CP dude
Cold piece of work cause
I shows no love
I'm a player, bitch,
and I thought you knew
I wanna fuck you too,
so when I comes through
I leave the engine running
Honk a couple of times
and watch the hoe come running
I'm a player, bitch, and I thought you knew
I wanna fuck you too,
so when I comes through
I be the engine runnin',
honk a couple of times
and watch the ho come runnin'
Don't blame me, blame the bitch,
it ain't my fault the ho made the switch
Thank God for the player,
that slang it well,
what city do we claim?
I bang Valeo 707, itty bitty,
you better get some wet wipes
cause man it's gon' get shitty
I drank Bombay, out the jug
and go hard on the hutch,
I don't kiss and hug
I let her know, extra early
You could be my hoe, but not my girlie
The cunt was cool, head was better
But unless she got some bread,
boy, I can't sweat her
Let's get it right, for goodness sake
A couple Gs a night is all it takes
I'm a dog, a CP dog
Cold piece of work,
cause our show's no love
I'm a player, bitch,
and I thought you knew
I wanna fuck you too,
so when I comes through
I leave the engine runnin'
Honk a couple of times
and watch the ho come runnin'
I'm a player, bitch, and I thought you knew
I wanna fuck you too,
so when I comes through
I leave the engine runnin'
Honk a couple of times
and watch the ho come runnin'
You