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action bronson - hookers at the point lyrics

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[intro:]
look baby don’t play me, play lotto okay, you gotta try to c-m okay
i’m a nice girl don’t play me out
i know it’s not everything baby but i’m out here working and i gotta pay up

[verse 1:]
cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
by a regular john she dealt with many times before
that’s what she gets for being a wh-r- though
she walked the streets, patent leather mini skirt
with the zipper, d-mn i know her kitty hurt
10 hour shifts she thinking’ bout retiring
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah i think she lying man
sh-ll suck a jewish lawyer, or an african cabby
it ain’t about the money tryna get back at my daddy
plus i’m feenin tryna smoke me some crack in the alley
grease the cops, found her mouth in north captain o’malley

yeah, it’s hoookers at the point
b-tch, get my motherf-cking drink b-tch henny
carterfield, in the f-ckin sniffter don’t put it in the rock gl-ss again please
you f-cking stupid b-tch treat you like garbage kick you in ya f-ckin -ss
come here b-tch, put your breath on my pinky ring b-tch
get my motherf-cking drink b-tch henny

[verse 2:]
as i ride inside my 92′ seville
windows half down so i can see my b-tches in the field
best believe they drinking daddy money
how you think i copped the caddy dummy
tryna get this puff daddy money
the name silk but all my b-tches call me montel
spit the marvel, with the soft top not the hard sh-ll
three shades of green suit hat and matching lizards
8 b-tches look like they straight from the alaskian blizzard
b-tch get my money ‘fo i kill ya
you know the life you chose
but know you wanna be a mother
the kid will be r-t-rded you can add him to his brother
do the world a favor line your p-ssy up and rubber
now you done made me spill my henny on my pinky ring
my nails are filed perfect though right you see me shinin
now get the f-ck up out my car and say [?]
we gettin luchey this is hookers at the point
b-tch

dos en el morning, rocking sweatpants and
slowly approaching animals in motion
p-ssy safari, twenty for a lay
ten for a bj, but free for some free base
before i purchase, i wanna peak at the turkey
make sure that it’s perky so it won’t turn my d-ck to jerky
open the door, soon as she sat down, she took a b-mp
she caught the rush, then made a hooker grunt
let’s talk about me, i’m always on the road
got a little d-ck, many of the secrets i behold
name is dano born in the bronx, half puerto rican
drive a truck hooked on dope cook a soul
was once a prospect for the twin now i’m on a mission
cryin naked shootin dope up in the kitchen
falling asleep right on the sh-tter
word to robero clemente dog i’m still a hitter, yeah!



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