[Intro]
Take it off, baby take it off
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
You know us south side niggas play it raw, bitch
I ain't gotta say too much to make her take it off, bitch
Underground king shit they lable me a star
Shawty she a freak she give me head in my car
Ain't no tint on the windows but that still don't make her stop
Ain't no fucks given when you fresh up off the block
In the kitchen cookin' up over that stove I'm a pro
Don't nobody move, lay it down on the floor
I know a nigga who made him a killin' movin' blow
That's some organized crime but this that audio dope
But ain't too many niggas make it out where I stay
They laughin' like its funny fool, they murder evеry day
My homie bought a chopper hopin' that's gonna keep him safe
I'm on thе interstate cruisin', bumpin' UGK
My uncle told me love her with my mind, not my heart
But ain't nothin' like a bad bitch who know to play her part
Shawty drop it low and sweep her ass with the floor
Will I ever give a bitch my last? Hell no
It's bro's over hoes, bitch, it's money over broads
Got a slim model bitch who fuck me like a porn star
Its trap life, now I tour the world with my dogs
Just a year ago I was runnin' from the law
Say a quick prayer for my man behind them bars
Bet my bottom dollar they ain't fuckin' with my squad
Little ghetto boy, bitch I stack my money tall
Used to play pitch and catch when I was bagging up that soft
I holla' good sense cause this nigga street smarts
And a nigga better not front it if he can't afford no loss
And if it ain't Jet Life, fuck it, fuck em all
On the set with them bricks like my jump shot hella off
And keep your head up cause it go down where I stay
No security, just some homies from round my way
[Hook: Young Roddy]
I make them bitches take it off, take it off bitch
And let a tre first nigga break you off hoe
I told her take it off, take it off bitch
And let a Jet set nigga break you off hoe
And ain't too many real niggas left
All my hood niggas told me that I got next
And all the street niggas told me do it for the set
Fuck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath
And ain't too many real niggas left
All my hood niggas told me that I got next
And all the street niggas told me do it for the set
Fuck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath
I told that bitch take it off, take it off bitch
And let a tre first nigga break you off hoe
I told her take it off, take it off bitch
And let a Jet set nigga break you off hoe
And ain't too many real niggas left
All my hood niggas told me that I got next
And all the street niggas told me do it for the set
Fuck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath
I told that bitch take it off
Take it off, baby take it off
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
You know us south side niggas play it raw, bitch
I ain't gotta say too much to make her take it off, bitch
Underground king shit they lable me a star
Shawty she a freak she give me head in my car
Ain't no tint on the windows but that still don't make her stop
Ain't no fucks given when you fresh up off the block
In the kitchen cookin' up over that stove I'm a pro
Don't nobody move, lay it down on the floor
I know a nigga who made him a killin' movin' blow
That's some organized crime but this that audio dope
But ain't too many niggas make it out where I stay
They laughin' like its funny fool, they murder evеry day
My homie bought a chopper hopin' that's gonna keep him safe
I'm on thе interstate cruisin', bumpin' UGK
My uncle told me love her with my mind, not my heart
But ain't nothin' like a bad bitch who know to play her part
Shawty drop it low and sweep her ass with the floor
Will I ever give a bitch my last? Hell no
It's bro's over hoes, bitch, it's money over broads
Got a slim model bitch who fuck me like a porn star
Its trap life, now I tour the world with my dogs
Just a year ago I was runnin' from the law
Say a quick prayer for my man behind them bars
Bet my bottom dollar they ain't fuckin' with my squad
Little ghetto boy, bitch I stack my money tall
Used to play pitch and catch when I was bagging up that soft
I holla' good sense cause this nigga street smarts
And a nigga better not front it if he can't afford no loss
And if it ain't Jet Life, fuck it, fuck em all
On the set with them bricks like my jump shot hella off
And keep your head up cause it go down where I stay
No security, just some homies from round my way
[Hook: Young Roddy]
I make them bitches take it off, take it off bitch
And let a tre first nigga break you off hoe
I told her take it off, take it off bitch
And let a Jet set nigga break you off hoe
And ain't too many real niggas left
All my hood niggas told me that I got next
And all the street niggas told me do it for the set
Fuck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath
And ain't too many real niggas left
All my hood niggas told me that I got next
And all the street niggas told me do it for the set
Fuck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath
I told that bitch take it off, take it off bitch
And let a tre first nigga break you off hoe
I told her take it off, take it off bitch
And let a Jet set nigga break you off hoe
And ain't too many real niggas left
All my hood niggas told me that I got next
And all the street niggas told me do it for the set
Fuck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath
I told that bitch take it off
( Young Roddy )
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