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sit down - kent jones lyrics

[intro: kent jones]
get up, get up
walked up in the building, seen too many b-tches on the wall
n-gg-s on the wall

[post-hook: kent jones]
oh my god, oh my god
i don’t really know her huh? know her huh?
she wanna come over huh? over huh?
i’m already over her, over her

[verse 1: kent jones]
when i’m in town she make sure that she see me, you understand?
i don’t know just how you n-gg-s perceive me, you understand?
throwing stones but you just wanna be me, you understand?
ain’t them guys that you see on the tv, you understand?

[verse 2: ty dolla sign]
hey lil mama, you know you f-ckin’ with a motherf-ckin’ superstar
you know i pick your -ss up in the foreign car
and f-ck you right there in it like a p-rn star, yeah, yeah
hey, why you so nasty?
she say “dolla why you gotta be so nasty?”
she said “dolla $ign, why you always stay high”
i say, “you ain’t ever lied, you ain’t ever lie”
i pull up on her, i got her choosin
her man a loser, she in a real n-gg- presence
she want dolla, she f-ck with dolla
she came for dolla, pull up in that ‘rari
she said “hey dolla, dolla, hey dolla, dolla
why you spendin’ all your money on these bottles?”
hey dolla, dolla, hey dolla, dolla
no more ratchets for me, only models

[verse 3: lil d-cky]
off top i was getting ready, white boy like my mom betty
i’m too nice for this game ese, i walked in, it was con-fetti
girls took to me already
lil hoe with them dreads wanna go make whoopie
go ball eddie, heartbreaker, y’all all petty
these b-tches wanna get it off the strength
pay a ton, i’m jamming like i’m kemp
y’all all a bunch of f-cking detlef schrempf’s
showstopper, got flow poppin’
these hoes knockin’ down doors
jockin’ my stones, moccasin flows
stay on your toes
i’m better than better
i’ll get it on top like a header, that’s word
little mama lookin’ at me, nine o’clock
and from the look of it that b-tch need a vagina mop
and you mistook if you think we that gon’ designer shop
i’ma pull up like a bull up in the china shop, break you down
chicken parmesan, how you want it, i’m cookin’
i got a nose for these hoes, i’m the piglet of p-ssy
i gotta know if you pro, going down on my tooshie
cause if you are then you’re probably too aggressive for d-cky

[verse 4: e-40]
when i was a teen i scored a half a meal ticket
my team moved mean and they’ll smoke you like a brisket
raised in the slums, in the sewer, in the gutter
where sh-t ain’t sweet like unsalted b-tter
make more paper than your daddy and your mother
pulled up european, started with a fixer-upper
throwing up signs like a third base coach
baby she a dime, got a rump like a roast

[hook: kent jones]
hey, baby, you there
light skin, thick with the blue hair
red ‘lenciagas, got a new pair
every real hood b-tch do hair
hey, won’t you come here?
get down, you know how i get down
tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
take a seat, sit down
sit down, take a seat, sit down
sit down, take a seat, sit down
sit down, take a seat, sit down
sit down, take a seat, sit down
sit down, take a seat, sit down

- kent jones lyrics

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