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jarren benton - gimme the loot lyrics

gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
loot, loot, loot, loot

que pasa amigo?
i’m back in this b-tch
if the head game is right and that p-ssy feel good
throw a rack at that b-tch
walked in the club with a scr-p in that b-tch
n-gg-s, they shoot like iraq in that b-tch
i peel off in that thunderbird up in johannesburg
on a giraffe with this african b-tch
came from the bottom, my grandmamma house
i’m funeral fresh, get the cameras out
99 bottles of beer on the floor
we went wildin’ out, hoe, just like animal house
eating up rappers, the cannibals out
bust off in your b-tch while she laying on your couch
i get head in the whip while she driving that b-tch
she caressing my d-ck and my hands in her blouse
you think they you’re homies, they s-xing the end
my home boy just died, motherf-ck a new friend
one day you hear and the next day you gone
we still mourning my n-gg- so f-ck your new benz
i’m drinking again trying to mask all the pain
my high coming down, i’mm crash, go insane
party for now, get the money, my n-gg-
’cause one day they might come and bash in your brains

we up in this b-tch
just got paid
got this drank in my cup
n-gg- just got straight
we been on it all night
i don’t know about you
i wanna be out this sh-t
b-tch, you better have my loot

gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
loot, loot, loot, loot

85 n-gg-, till the day i’m in a pine box
this mary juana make a n-gg-‘s mind stop
eyes redder than a cyclops, might throw a b-tch -ss n-gg- out of sky box
three strikes on my high tops
you ain’t got no f-cking jarren in your ipod?
becky, my god, i bet you won’t lick a p-ssy while i watch
so high it’s like i’m sitting over jupiter
getting money, they all think i worship lucifer
‘you ain’t moving us
your favorite rapper just a fairytale, a n-gg- mad
’cause i know his girlfriend very well
she let me f-ck her on the ferris wheel
hit south beach’yeah, i never paid for the hair and nails
vodka got the room spinning like a carousel
i’m harder than’
n-gg- still going crazy, thank god for rap money

we up in this b-tch
just got paid
got this drank in my cup
n-gg- just got straight
we been on it all night
i don’t know about you
i wanna be out this sh-t
b-tch, you better have my loot

gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
gimmie the loot
loot, loot, loot, loot

- jarren benton lyrics

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