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jay tee - so cold lyrics

now i’ll be comin with that real sh-t,
cuz that real sh-t is all i know, out valley joe
and that good grain is all i grow
so if they ask about jay tee, tell them i got it
and if they ask about the super sport tell them i squat it
i’m tryin to ride, and stay the f-ck up out the slamma’
i got hoes from salt lake to alabama
so while you squares is at work, i’m in motion
at the telly gettin a back rub with some good -ss lotion
and when she threw, that’s when i hit the shower
and then “chupa mi verga” for about an hour
for those of ya’ll that never been around a chicano
that means gettin your d-ck sucked mayne in el barrio
i’m a dog off the leash with no colla
half pit bull, half f-ckin rottweiler
i grew up around side shows and burnin’ rubber
so it ain’t no thing to make a young hutch think i love her

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i’m so cold, out here takin’ a b-tch, makin’ a b-tch
do what i say as i’m breakin’ the b-tch
all i’m tryin’ to do is live better now
hit the game solo, makin’ more cheddar now

i’m unemployed so all i do is stay lit
i sip on gin f-ckin tryin’ to stay fit
i’m in an old school rag, brains blown out
so if a b-tch gets to trippin’ she get thrown out
in valley joe, everybody should know
don’t trust no ho, cuz f-ck is all they good fo’
i had one last week, with no flaws
no kids, no man, and no draws
i beat ’em twice, and said that i was cool wit it
and like a pimp, i let my potna young dru hit it
that what i does, love a b-tch, what fo?
i rather make her back weed, and cut blows(?)
hit the grind, and make my pockets get fatta
if she get caught, i give a d-mn it don’t matter
she has no life, so she don’t need to bail out
put her on the stand, that ho will never sell out

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see i’m h-lla slick, so i be the one that no one blames
me and baby have s-x without knowin names
i’m in the backseat kissin on that b-tch neck
with one hand up in her purse grabbin’ that b-tch check
i find a rubber and put the thang on
slide my d-ck in and tell that ho to hang on
see i’m a pro, giggolo, i get ladies
in mercedes i’ve been pimpin’ since the mid-eighties
i was young, but still a ho killa
i was taught to put it down as a go-rilla
talk sh-t and let both nuts dangle
hit the turf and sell game from every angle
i’m quick to strangle a b-tch if she start pretendin’
like you broke, girl you got money so start spendin’
break bread, tramp that’s why i’m with ya
do i got to split ya, to make ya get the picture

[chorus]

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