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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 to fuck for forty dollars in the club

fuckin up the game, bitches gets no love

she be cross country givin all that she got

a thousand a pop, I'm pullin bentleys off the lot

smashed up the gray 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 ain't a pimp, you a fairy

Pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl,

pump that, pump that,

pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl,

pump that, pump that,

pump that shit girl,

pump that shit girl.

Now walk it out, now walk it out, now walk it out, now walk it out

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Now west side walk it out

south side walk it out

east side walk it out

north side walk it out

now hit the dance floor

and bend your back low

she do it with no hands

now stop pop and roll

I'm smokin bubba hoe

yeah, they in trouble hoe

I like the way she move

an undercover hoe

It's on once again

patron once again

I threw my head back then I froze like the wind, now west side walk it out

south side walk it out

east side walk it out

north side walk it out

hey Hey Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

we're not gonna take it, you can show me how uhuh no way, you can show me how

No, we ain't gonna take it!!! you can show me how, uh uh no way, you can show me how

We're not gonna take it...any mooooooooooooooore

Hey hey hey you can show me how

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yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ok we poppin champagne like we won the championship game

look like I got on a championship ring because I ball hard

No weezy ball harder

I am the bird man

and I am J R uh

yeah yeah

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

whatchoo know about that whatchoo know about that?

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

whatchoo know about that? yeah, I know all about that.

Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say, can't see my little niggas, the money in the way and I'm I'm sittin high, a gangsta ride blaze, and if you ain't gonna ride fly, then, well, you might

as well hate, shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate, and no, it ain't my birdday, but

Huh Yeah

I got my name on the cake, shit, believe that, and if your mans wanna play, Imma fuck around and put that boy brains on the gate...

PICK EM UP!!!

fuck em let em lay, where I'm from we see a fuckin dead body every day...

uptown!...throw a stack at em make a song about me, I'm throwin shots back at em. Pah Pah! Bitch, I'm a pipe, and she like a crack addict, nshe saw me cookin eggs, she thought I was back at it.

I grab my keys, hoe I gotta go, I got my motorcycle jacket, and my motorcycle loafs

Cuz NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU

whatchoo know about that Whatchoo know about that?

I was gettin some head, gettin gettin some head...

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I was gettin getting gettin get gettin

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Lyrics submitted by Charlotte.

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