[Chorus - Male (background singer) My (Tell me do you it) My slang (Tell me do you it) I'm girl (Tell me do you it), OW! (Tell me do you it) Gettin (Tell me do you it) I'm so jazzy (Tell me do you it) jazzy (Tell me do you it) OW! (Tell me do you love it),
1] Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun y'all Walkin like a swallowed up the pharmacy at Never did I love her, sorry baby it was all Who you you dealin with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspring Forty I was deep on the eighty I was knock it out put on my and get the hell up out of there You know a rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting shots, that shit up out your hair (OH) Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got six twelves, four amps, three sluts, hot I told ya hot shot, you done braggin too hot Reach inside tool box, there is when the feud stops
2] Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin And I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the to show ya I just hibernate a while and call ya when over Don't know where I'm but it's pretty far from sober Yeah I fucked up in life, but wouldn't start it Cause momma said that God he got a party for ya And I'm a ya lord, every beat a heart I owe ya It sounds a bit cliche but Sparxxx a soldier (OW) you know about balin hay in that South Georgia heat Very few are paved, still I do it for the streets There's a a shit to lose, but there's even more to keep If you feelin froggy baby, look before you leap
3] Baby it's the tone, that got me 'Georgia Dome' Like Shondon, that Steven on the phone Or maybe it's the slang, that got me gettin down my on the plane, met chick in Fort Mayne And you certaintly can the jazziest persona But it's broad that get trashy in the sauna Bubba's just the slickest, how else is there to it I'll just my case, and then let y'all unveil the verdict