Juicy J, DJ Scream - Day Walker

Play me some pimpin', man I saw you (And him, and him) walking in the rain You were holding hands and I'll never be the same (Hoodrich) She for the streets, she for the streets (what?) Free game, nigga, just let her be I'm smokin' weed, roll up a leaf Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, she a super freak Pop a pill like Urkel, she be geekin' (oh) She soundin' like a creeper, drink semen She for the streets, she for the streets Free game, nigga, just let her be (oh) Free game, niggas is slow Thought you knew better than cuffin' a ho Trickin' your bag, spendin' your dough Shoppin' for her when you go to the store She don't wanna be saved Why the fuck niggas didn't listen to Pap? I'm in the yadda, go run that shit back Niggas ain't know it was deeper than rap I got money to spend I tell a bitch, "I ain't one of your friends" Heard that lil' bitch just burnt my mans Baby, I'm keepin' my dick in my pants Oh, wow, what do we have? Another bitch with some titties and ass So many niggas be shootin' they shot I ain't gon' shoot, I think I might pass I know the bitch been passed around I know the nigga that passed her down Shawty done fucked like half the town You wifin' her, nigga, your ass a clown She ain't one of them ones One of them ones to fall in love Baby been fuckin' with all the thugs Poppin' her ass in all the clubs She for the streets (street, ayy), she for the streets (streets, what?) Free game, nigga (nigga), just let her be (let a bitch be) I'm smokin' weed (weed, nigga), roll up a leaf (uh-huh) Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, she a super freak Pop a pill like Urkel, she be geekin' (oh) She soundin' like a creeper, drink semen She for the streets, she for the streets Free game, nigga, just let her be (yo, turn me oh) That bitch don't belong to you, my nigga, you redneck And she known to fuck the whole gang, so don't get attached Why you spendin' all your time tryna get to know her? She'll suck a mean dick for some Christian Dior Yellow mama bad, you thought she was in her bag You ain't know where she was gonna get it, Tunechi, get a bag Easy does it, if she down to suck and fuck, shit, I ain't judgin' But I got a reputation, I can't take her out in public TMZ won't ever see her and my folks won't ever meet her But I keep her well fed, nigga, she my favorite eater If you knew her like I knew her, it would hurt your lil' soul Fly her out the country, she gon' give up every hole She for the streets