Jazzy Belle - Swift C's Remix

Yeah

Yeah

Oh yes, I love her like Egyptian, want a description?

My royal highness

So many plusses when I bust that there can't be no minus

Went from yellin' crickets and crows

Bitches and hoes to queen thangs

Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs

Like Kilroy, chill boi because them folks might think you soft

Talkin' like that, man, fuck them niggas I'm goin' off

And comin' right back like boomerangs when you throw 'em

With these old ghetto poems

Thinkin' it's better for 'em

When they can let they thumb down from hitch hikin'

Invitin' niggas into the temple they call the body

Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends

Comin' around my crew lookin' jazzy, wanna pretend

Like you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes

Even Bo knew that you got poked

Like acupuncture patients

While our nation is a boat, straight sinkin'

I hate thinkin' that these the future mamas of our chill'un

They fuckin' a different nigga every time

They get the feelin' to

I'm willin' to go the extra kilo-meter

Just to see my señorita get her pillow

On the side of my bed where no good ever stay

House and doctor was the games we used to play

But now it's real, Jazzy Belle (yeah)

See what if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw

Havin' the very best of life lots of steak and Perignon

Smokin' an ounce of weed and every sin'le day was personal FreakNik

Trickin' these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it

But your conception, deception, lookin' into your eyes I see

You weapon and it's depressin'

They're diggin' up in your thighs

Leavin' deposits keep your closets open knockin' your boots and drawers

Hopin' to get you sprung like bail-bonds

Steadily callin' me Antwan

'Cause you thinkin' that you my lady, bitch, don't play me 'cause you're janky

I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky

So thank thee, for runnin' that Southerplayalistic game

You was the only one to blame

A nigga don't even know your name

It's a shame, you crackin' 'em up and fuckin' a nigga like 2Pac up

I'm leavin' these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me see

I gotta be feedin' my daughter

Teach her to be that natural woman (right)

'Cause you'll be waitin' to exhale while you other hoes be

Dumb and dumber, yeah you know what I'm sayin'

See me and ol' girl, in the black on black 'Lac no star (sta0

Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are (are)

Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra (bra)

Strap, stickin' together like grandma and grandpa-pa

In this dog-eat-dog world (world)

Kitty cats be scratchin' on my

Furry coat to curl (curl)

Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits

I want to earl (earl)

'Cause most of the girls that we was likin' in high school

Now they dykein' (haha)

Havin' no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones, some

Be hangin' around the crew lookin' for funds, dumb

Deaf and fine, they be askin' me all about mine

How she doin', how she be?

I know she's sippin' that wine

Behind my back they squawk like vultures

Off and On like Trends of Cultures baby

Hey, he, fakin' it like these sculptured nails

But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer

'Cause they burnin' anyway, Big Boi user and abuser