Jazzy Hoes Lyrics by Jermaine Dupri

Jazzy Hoes Lyrics

    [too short talking]

    [chorus]
    All i like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough
    Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
    You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?

    [too short]
    Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
    Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
    She be my last pick, i got a real hoe
    Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo
    Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
    Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life
    Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
    She gotta understand what i know now
    Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
    Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
    I travel throughout the year
    I keep a woman with a house and her own career
    So when i buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?)
    Too short baby, don't need to trick
    I give her what she want cause i'm a real player
    Platinum after platinum, ask me how i feel later

    [chorus 2x]

    [young bloodz]
    See i ilke them crazy hoe
    Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
    I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe
    Make my creep fall right out my clothes
    On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow
    Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
    Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
    Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'

    [young bloodz]
    Now see, just the other night, i met me a ol' jazzy hoe
    Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe
    Who think she fly to death, so i ain't gon' hold my breath
    To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self
    For as i cut one but two down the line
    But could it be yo' hoe that i'm cuttin' everytime?
    And i come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique
    To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick

    [mr. black]
    Quote for quote, who tote like this
    Hit the club jig, on some wes snipe shit
    Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
    I mock turtlenecks while i'm bees and tweed
    Til i proceed, damn right, the spot's tight
    Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
    Bag these bitches like groceries
    Player to player, you can't get close to me
    Now who you 'posed to be?
    Pullin' toast on the s-o double n-y, girlfriend lookin' fly
    And i can tell she schemin' (why's that?)
    Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)
    But that's cool though, cause i know how to stain golds
    I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
    I slang flow, east to west
    Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test

    [chorus 2x]

    [eightball]
    Lay it down, lay it down
    You hoes lay it down
    When the real motherfuckin' player come around
    Shy, not i, some times i choose not to speak
    Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' hennessee
    Or remy or red passion with champagne
    Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
    Trick, not i, trick be you, can you dig that?
    I got star hoes pickin' me up in tahoes
    Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
    Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
    I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches
    All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches
    I like women with they head on straight
    Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' eight
    Nigga think he a player with them old girbauds
    Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes

    [chorus]

    [too short talking in background]

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