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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sporty Thievz
Sporty Thievz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Willis
D. Willis
Composer
K. Howell
K. Howell
Composer
S. Ford
S. Ford
Composer
M. Bryan
M. Bryan
Composer
R. O'Ferrall
R. O'Ferrall
Composer
Roy Ayers
Roy Ayers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ski for Roc-A-Blok Productions
Ski for Roc-A-Blok Productions
Producer
Ski
Ski
Executive Producer
Stephen Henderson
Stephen Henderson
Executive Producer
Darien Dash
Darien Dash
Executive Producer
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Mixing Engineer
Manny Lecuona
Manny Lecuona
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
In a new mall with a few broads in a shoe store
Cop the new gores, and jump in the two-doors with the blue valor
Shirt open with the chain showin'
Way the shits goin' so now we Range Roving with the waves blowin'
Stay holdin', bitches in the back whisperin'
Now I'm listenin', bitch, this car you fucking sittin' in
Speak up, how dare you think I can't hear you
Anymore talk, y'all bitches gonna walk
They're like (What you sayin'? You ain't buy nothing for us?)
I don't buy nothing of course, you bitches is whores (Please)
What I look like support? Me trick, man, listen
Yeah, I trick, trick your ass to think I'm trickin'
Give you a stickin' then I'm skippin', all you gettin' is a hard dick, chick
After I spit I want you quick out my apartment
Trife livin', did the right thing, left her on Dykeman
Hitch hikin', hoping fingers get strike by lightning
[Verse 2]
You ain't get nada from us
Not even a dollar from us
Gotta trick the Prada on us
Or you gets no pu-nana from us
[Verse 3]
Can you what? Nah, I ain't the herb on the ave (Bitch)
I don't understand the three words can I have (Bitch)
Even if a **** rich, with a six to spend puffin'
I spend nothing, so, baby, spend your mind out my pocket
All I have to do to penetrate, is spin shorty to the mall
And show her how quick four G's disintegrate
A cheap **** and I rub they nose in it
Spin them through all the stores with sexy clothes in it
When she see something, she dyin' to pose in it
All she gettin' is a pre-shrunk tee with holes in it
And when it's time to eat, I arch the bucks
A cheap ****, yeah, bitch, get a Arch Deluxe
And still fuck, y'all paid more than twice the worth
How I look trickin' shit my wife deserve
And let it, be known now when you see us three dudes
Call us, I don't gotta Kurt no Marlin the cheap Dubez
[Verse 4]
You ain't get nada from us
Not even a dollar from us
Trickin' beauty parlors on us
Or you gets no pu-nana from us
[Verse 5]
Yo, I'm tryna be swollen, but right now I ain't holdin'
Hit the lie, told 'em, everything I own is stolen
Picture that like Brando gave up half he saved up
Play the cut when dollar eye signs tricks is raised up
I'm the cheapest, and that's the only way I'm gonna keep this
Slice I wanna heat this, girls is trying to eat this
They think we should date, but still wont appreciate
Either help with the rate, or you order a decent plate
I'm a cheap **** that only provides with a poking
To get her open, send her home with a token
Put girls in my car, like drop her off fast for me
So what you givin' up, ass honey or gas money? Pass, dummies
Hows it gonna be if I'm on E
If I run out, then more than likely its on me, so I'm gone, B
And if ever win the sweepstakes, I keep papes
And still live up to being a cheapskate
[Verse 6]
You ain't get nada from us
Not even a dollar from us
Drinks and the la-la's on us
Or you gets no pu-nana from us
[Verse 7]
You ain't get nada from us
Not even a dollar from us
Gotta trick the Prada on us
Or you gets no pu-nana from us
Written by: D. Willis, K. Howell, M. Bryan, R. O'Ferrall, Roy Ayers, S. Ford
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