he's so gangsta - big pokey lyrics
(-talking-)
uh, i need a bad b-tch bad hoe
go hard with a n-gga, in the middle the flo’
[big pokey]
i need a bad b-tch, bad hoe
go hard with a n-gga, in the middle the flo’
ain’t complaining, bout her knees so’
ain’t gon leave, till her jeans to’
five foot fo’, dark and thick
call her b-tch, cause she bark at d-ck
when i’m finished with her, then my boy can hit
if not, next time i’ma dodge the chick
i don’t, play with hoes
i run through broads, like a change of clothes
dressed in a fo’, top of the line
if you hear my headboard, then i’m knocking her down
if i hit her from the back, i’ma pop her behind
make it sound off, like a shot from the nine
a peck on the neck, i get her hot as a iron
if she say i went low, better stop her from lying
[hook]
(he’s so gangsta), i need a bad b-tch bad hoe
(he’s so gangsta), go hard with a n-gga in the middle the flo’
(he’s so gangsta), i need a thick b-tch s-xy slim
(he’s so gangsta), n-ggas get checked i don’t play with them
[big pokey]
i’ma pull up in the lot, beamer or benz
jumping out clean, in my skeeto for men
let the games begin, i’m on jane and henn
x-o in my life, so i’m sane again
hoes in the place, so i got to lay low
sn-tch some’ing foreign, get her shots of cuervo
(where your girl at), i done left the wench
baby jumped fly, put that hoe on the bench
past tense, naw i mean
trying to slide up, in her prada jeans
hoes pulling on me, like a slot machine
plus i got em tripping, on the watch and ring
i need a young stunner, thoroughbred
pigeon toe, standing on the back of her legs
buck wild, cause a n-gga back in the feds
liquor got her wired up, attacking her head
[hook]
[big pokey]
this one goes out, to my ladies in the club
my n-ggas outside, on dubs n-gga what
with a sl-t, ready to get up in her guts
thighs b-tt, i’m just sizing it up
young buck, pushing a 2000 truck
dvd, tv deluxe
pushing through the lot, with my att-tude on
n-gga in a zone, trying to take some’ing home
flipping through my phone, trying to find a date
gon be hard to do, cause it’s kinda late
out the gate, i’ma flex my weight
if baby drank, i got a extra eight
i’ma feed her steaks, eggs and juice
we gon make the bed shake, like a 70 deuce
impala, when i hit her she holla
choke when she swalla, top flo’ at the ramada
[hook – 4x]
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