Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2 (LPFJ2)

Uh
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (woah)
 Yeah, yeah
 Who that jiggy nigga with the gold links?
 Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day
 Three six, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
 Boomin' out the trap through the hallway
 Tell me what you niggas know about it
 Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops
 We be plottin' on the opps, she the one who got the drop
 Just a free, quick fix, to the A, and it's okay
 They gon' take me back to my old ways
 I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal
 Kick it with my model chick
 Sip Cris', fuck niggas wanna diss
 Now I gotta let 'em know whose really trill
 Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye
 Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?
 You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
 On the style, gettin' styled nine times out of ten
 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
 I ain't never lookin' for no handouts
 Broke ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out
 Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out
 Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down
 Always been a stand up guy, I'd rather stand out
 Raf Simmons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out
 I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down
 If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down
 Trick what? Pimps up, hoes down
 Woah now, slow down
 See they runnin' with my old style
 Grow foul, gold smile, you hoe now, thuggin' with my old style
 It's a shame how they low down
 Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh
 Trappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
 Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em
 I'm a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him (uh)
 Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye
 Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?
 You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
 On the style, gettin' styled nine times out of ten
 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
 (Jodye, Jodye, Jodye)
 
 Uh
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (woah)
 Yeah, yeah
 Who that jiggy nigga with the gold links?
 Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day
 Three six, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
 Boomin' out the trap through the hallway
 Tell me what you niggas know about it
 Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops
 We be plottin' on the opps, she the one who got the drop
 Just a free, quick fix, to the A, and it's okay
 They gon' take me back to my old ways
 I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal
 Kick it with my model chick
 Sip Cris', fuck niggas wanna diss
 Now I gotta let 'em know whose really trill
 Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye
 Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?
 You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
 On the style, gettin' styled nine times out of ten
 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
 I ain't never lookin' for no handouts
 Broke ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out
 Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out
 Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down
 Always been a stand up guy, I'd rather stand out
 Raf Simmons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out
 I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down
 If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down
 Trick what? Pimps up, hoes down
 Woah now, slow down
 See they runnin' with my old style
 Grow foul, gold smile, you hoe now, thuggin' with my old style
 It's a shame how they low down
 Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh
 Trappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
 Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em
 I'm a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him (uh)
 Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye
 Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?
 You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
 On the style, gettin' styled nine times out of ten
 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
 (Jodye, Jodye, Jodye)
 
 Uh
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (woah)
 Yeah, yeah
 Who that jiggy nigga with the gold links?
 Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day
 Three six, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
 Boomin' out the trap through the hallway
 Tell me what you niggas know about it
 Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops
 We be plottin' on the opps, she the one who got the drop
 Just a free, quick fix, to the A, and it's okay
 They gon' take me back to my old ways
 I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal
 Kick it with my model chick
 Sip Cris', fuck niggas wanna diss
 Now I gotta let 'em know whose really trill
 Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye
 Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?
 You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
 On the style, gettin' styled nine times out of ten
 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
 I ain't never lookin' for no handouts
 Broke ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out
 Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out
 Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down
 Always been a stand up guy, I'd rather stand out
 Raf Simmons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out
 I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down
 If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down
 Trick what? Pimps up, hoes down
 Woah now, slow down
 See they runnin' with my old style
 Grow foul, gold smile, you hoe now, thuggin' with my old style
 It's a shame how they low down
 Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh
 Trappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
 Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em
 I'm a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him (uh)
 Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye
 Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?
 You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
 On the style, gettin' styled nine times out of ten
 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
 (Jodye, Jodye, Jodye)