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    J.t. The Bigga Figga / Lyrics

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    "Sweet Love" Lyrics

    J.t. The Bigga Figga feat. Daz Dillinger and Kurupt

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    When you make the Kool-Aid
    You put your own amount of sugar in it
    Sweet, sweet love to your taste
    To your own specifications
    Now tell Kool-Aid, how much you want
    How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
    One scoop or two (Yeah)
    Sweet, sweet love
    When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
    On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
    (How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it

    Sweet, sweet love
    And she says I want it all
    And you know it's cool-Aid in her tank
    And your fixing to ride the stripes away
    To sweet, sweet love
    Take that thong off (Take it off)
    And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy)
    While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road
    While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love
    To your specifications, to your gratifications
    Yeah Kool-Aid is like an aphrodisiac
    Your pleasure is mine
    Like when a whore goes out to whore
    And bring you back all the money
    That's sweet, sweet love
    Don't try it and even put some strychnine
    Listen to the pronunciation of strychnine in this cool-Aid
    This ain't no Jim Jones thing
    This is just sweet, sweet, love

    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
    I met her back in the day
    Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
    It was sort of like a masquerade
    Fake suede boots and Cadillac coupes swoop the boulevard (Err!)
    In hot pursuit and we ain't afraid to shoot
    From hotel to motel, for the highest clientele
    You and you, I give a fuck how the pussy smell
    Heads to tails, the bitch bail with limp
    With a hell of a limp, see on that gangsta tip
    See-notes, fifties and tens we cashed in
    Bought a brand new Benz on gold Lorenzos rims
    Anything I want my bitch gon' go out and get it
    Hustle round and swear that a real pimp is his business
    Who got the floss and ball to rise and fall
    If a bitch want to do it she gon' fuck em' all
    Dog, dog what up, Kool-Aid pimpin' keep on dippin'
    Sippin' yac with a yamp, puttin' hoes on they back
    It's like that

    Everyone want to know how a pimp can do his thing

    Ridin' sly, gettin' high
    Bitches on the corner sellin' pussy tonight hey!
    Everyone want to know how a pimp can do his thing
    Ridin' sly, gettin' high
    Got plenty of my bitches sellin' pussy tonight hey!

    Tapped in with this baller I met, pushin' the Vette
    He moved to California said he ain't got searched yet
    Ah, she gon' blow ya socks off
    And peal them rocks off
    Bring em' home to daddy, so saddy
    Pimp in the Caddy
    Keep my hand on the gun
    Cause they got me on the run
    Menage trois in the telly
    Anaconda all in the belly
    She gon' serve four tricks
    And suck some more dick
    Homie this a bad bitch
    Better than average
    King Bing, Don Bishop, and White tie Gotti
    Feel more slim than the Max to skip and dump the body
    P-i-m-p, young G's, O.G.s

    Fleetwood bronze, mobile phones and O-Zs nigga
    Daz Dillinger feelin' ya every time you bust
    Playa discussion, 'Kuruption' just like Kurupt
    Fifty toes on the corner, block hatin' is irrelevant
    They sellin' it, motherfucker are inhalin' this
    Here pimpin'

    Me and my homies we pimp the same ho
    Pimp the same ho, ridin' through slow
    Blaze through third and first and do what ya do
    I done, done I done, done
    Pull up and wrap the shotgun
    They know me Gotti, she know we pimpin' and never slippin'
    I pimp hoes on the side, side
    Side, ride, slide provide applied
    Upped the supplied supply
    Swats, I gave it my own try
    Improvise, be saddled up pimpin' hoes worldwide
    Smack the bitch, smack the bitch
    Take the bitch money, money
    That's my grip the bitch get
    Shakin' that lil' limp skinny ass body the bitch got
    Turnin' the Gotti on the cock
    And make the bitch hit the block, I'm tired of these hoes
    Now a days fallin' crawlin' ah bitch come on
    Bitches reconcile, ball and gobble and gargle
    And swallow and her name was Tina
    Where's the bitch
    Known through the hood by the way she blow dicks
    Pimpin' ain't shit to pimp
    Pimp on pimp, pimp
    This song was submitted on November 4th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Anita Baker, Gary Bias, Louis A Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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