Pepe LePew

[Jay Tee] I hate to get broke, but I leave with Riches ?Hit the avenue stretch with?? two million dollar bitches If it's love, it's love as soon as we walk in You take the yellow one, but I'ma hit the dark skin Outta town, Mexicana, Puerto Rican, Cuban Me, SPM, and big Frost gettin stupid Fuck Cupid, cuz Jay Tee loves none I ain't no star but tonight I'm finna fuck one Make her break bread, get her buck naked Triple X-Rated, my gat nickel plated Had to scoop, gave the broad the boot Collect my loot, and treat her like a prostitute This pimp voodoo, pick her up in my hoodoo I'm the shit like voodoo, fuckin' more hoes than yoohoo Top notches is all I ever been with I'm a dog let me tell ya what I been with [Chorus] Now this be the type of shit that we do With my nephews smokin' Pepe LePew I'm a cold muthafucka and I thought you heard I just put twinkies on my Thunderbird This be the type of shit that we do With my nephews smokin' Pepe LePew See after the show I'ma catch you later Cuz I gotta count cash on my calculator [Frost] I split the blunt, cut it up, fill it up Lick it up, tonite we smoke the whole city up And giddy up, live it up, and hoes give it up What's really up, we hit another million, give it up Bottoms up, roll it up, we can blow it up Toke it up, choke it up, let me see ya throw it up So hold them up, actin' like you wanna get 'em up I wet 'em up, I never let 'em up Better run and cover up, and sober up Before they find you floatin' in the river belly up I count fetti up, business on the up and up I tear it up, I drink cincos with some 7-Up Break 'em up, bout to shoot the dice shake 'em up 11 up, get my chips then I scrape em up I take 'em up to the telly, then I take it up And that's fo real homeboy, I never make it up [Chorus] [South Park Mexican] Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but I pick pockets SP in the VIP smokin with the rocks Fuck a pigeon, I like a white chicken in my kitchen Ya'll can all fuck my bitch, as long as you pitch in Switch hits in, homie I ain't trippin' Sippin, 60 out the box tongue twistin' Make the world listen, from free world to prison I chop more birds than they do on Thanksgivin' I was driven to my limits, I did it like Phyllis Bitch made critics try to break me like a Guinness All around crack star, just by the fast car Quick 3 G's gettin' spent at the back bar Act hard with the one they call the Crack Child The one that walks the mack mile, in brand new reptiles Crooked, flippin I'ma reach 11 digits Homes you can't see me, unless you buy some tickets