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gifted gab - lady of leisure lyrics

[instrumental/vocalization]
uh huh, uh huh
dum dum dum
dum, dum
dum dum dum
dum dum dum
dum dum dum
d-dum d-d-dum
uh huh, uh huh, uh

[verse 1]
look
this is what i’m ’bout to do
get a couple b-tches on the track, n-gg- count to two
look, i don’t need no mouth from you
i’mma show you how to move it on the avenue
makin’ so much loot them hoes mad at you
make ’em mad baby girl, gon’ shake that boot
touch a n-gg- five hundred just to eat that poot
gon’ p-ss up the back in this cl coupe
hm
what, you think i play muf-cka?
sn-tch your b-tch quicker than a chain, muf-cka?
have her workin’ in the part rain like a slave
i’m a slave owner a real n-gg- whip as a range rover
i treat my hoes well, hardly ever see a turnover
but wish me well or you can burn in h-ll
what’s that you smell?
that’s lush in the furnace
there’s rules to this game and you hoes better learn it

[hook]
yeah
she a real street walker
see her ’round town, she a real slick talker
money make her c-m, when she c-m, gon’ cost ya
money make her c-m, when she c-m, gon’ cost ya
yeah
she a real street walker
see her ’round town, she a real slick talker
money make her c-m, when she c-m, gon’ cost ya
money make her c-m, real n-gg- gon’ boss up
real n-gg- gon’ boss up
come around, them real n-gg-s gon’ boss up
n-gg-, come around, my n-gg-, come around, them real n-gg-s gon’ boss up
she a real street walker
see her ’round town, she a real slick talker
money make her c-m, when she c-m, gon’ cost ya
money make her c-m, when she c-m, gon’ cost ya

[verse 2]
look, this is what i’m bout to do
call you at your name like a prost-tute
n-gg- i got aim like a shotta, boom buh bow, gratta gratta call the doctor
b-tch got a n-gg- with a safe in his office
came in and raided, exchanged in his watches
got a couple racks and a strap in the back
did that and left, the n-gg- gotta count his losses
huh, i been around the bosses, i’ve been around them n-gg-s who kick it for ya deposits
all my n-gg-s lost it, i’m positive
i’ll be waiting at the door where your momma live
you don’t want them problems, i ain’t got no conscience
i don’t b-mp my head and i ain’t never been righteous
i’ve been chillin’ with whites, like them john’s don’t play
(all my n-gg-s break bread, hoes gon’ pay)
hm, and them hoes gon’ stay
listen to me and do whatever i say
i’m the n-gg- today and i’m the n-gg- forever
and if you tryna get some money, we can put it together
my n-gg-, my n-gg-, yeah, that’s my hitter, my hitter
i gotta get it to get it, and if you wit’ it, i’m wit’ it
(my n-gg-, my n-gg-, yeah, that’s my hitter, my hitter
i gotta get it to get it, and if you wit’ it, i’m wit’ it)

[ending hook]
yo
these b-tches runnin’ round, tryna be renegades
but b-tch, i run the town, if you wanna get paid, you should come my way (you should come my way, you should come my way, you should come my way)
you should come my way (you should come my way, you should come my way, you should come my way)
b-tch, i run the town
b-tch, i run the town

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