Jordan Thomas
Did It On'em
Shitted on 'em.Man, I just shitted on 'em.Shitted on 'em (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on 'em.)Shitted on 'em.Man, I just shitted on 'em.Shitted on 'em (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on 'em.)Jordie 'bout to take this over,You can give it a chomp, chomp like my name was rover,Peanut to the butter, and I'm licking it a lot,Candy paint got that drip drip drip drip drip drop,Headed past the stop light, no I won't stop,And you better pray that you ain't no cop,If I'm in your city, I'm working with scales, And when I leave, I leave with fresh blood trails.[SB: That was a earthquake, bitch!] Shitted on 'em.[You felt the ground shake, right!] Man, I just shitted on 'em.[You bitches ain't fuckin' wit' her!] Shitted on em'. (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on 'em.)[You musta lost yo' fuckin' mind!] Shitted on 'em.[You musta bumped yo' fuckin' head!] Man, I just shitted on 'em.[You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-lookin' BITCHES!] Shitted on 'em. (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on 'em.)Uh, yo...And it's going down! Fish about to fry,Tear drops down the cheeks like I gotta cry!SongtexteAnd you're like yo, who you fuckin' wit', new guy?And I fuckin' wit' everyone like I'm Bi! (T-t-t-t-t-t) Top seller,Everybody want a taste of this here vanilla,Less you deaf dumb blind, Helen Kellar,Just ask the bitches that I got chained in the cellar.[I don't know what layaway look like!] Shitted on 'em.[Bitch, I can't even SPELL ?welfare?!] Man, I just shitted on 'em.[You got me mistaken wit' yo mother, ho!] Shitted on 'em.[You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole!] (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on 'em.)[We at the top, bitch! She fly!] Shitted on 'em.[Louis Vuitton every day, bitch!] Man, I just shitted on 'em.[Gucci, we don't fuck wit' it, it's too cheap, mu'fucka!] Shitted on 'em.[You bitches... ah, man!] (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on 'em.)I done got two fingers up,Shit be getting wetter than a red plastic cup,Six shot, seven foot throw that shit up,While I'm in the back not giving a fuck.You've heard Barbie, well this is Ken,And I'm even bitchier because I'm into men-STRAUL, I goes harder than a minstrel!So, bitch you better double pad it,'Cause I've done motherfuckin' had it.Coming up to me, talking to me? What the fuck, bitch, you don't know me! I'm a motherfuckin' celebrity! And when I hit it, I hit it like pavement,See these motherfuckin' chains? Enslavement.This city? I motherfuckin' paved it.Streets of gold, you better save it.[You nappy headed son-of-a-bitches!] Shitted on'em.[I'ma throwin' Just For Me perms at your heads!] Man, I just shitted on 'em.[I'ma get the kid version!] Shitted on 'em.[The kid version. Cause y'al bitches kids!] (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on 'em.)[Wit' you little nappy-headed hoes runnin' around! Yeah!] Shitted on 'em[?Just For Meeee!? You know it!] Man, I just shitted on 'em.[Yeah, ho! You know it! Just For Me perm, in yo' head, when we see you! Ow!] Shitted on 'em.(Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on 'em.)
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