Jet Lyrics

featuring Johnny P



[Johnny P] Let me play with your emotions



Verse One: Twista



Well a motherfucker could never control me only squeeze me and hold me



That's what the hoe came up and told me



Now is she bold G? But in my mouth is where the gold be



Cause I be pimpin her like Goldie



Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made



just to be choppin up confetti with if it's already thick



you better study nigga if you ain't with it you can get it



cause I ain't even on that petty shit



So who the fuck do I competi with?



The rhythm I kick, is like a rhythmly-wicked-arith-a-metic



Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent



They up in the mall shoppin for me pickin a fit



I got them heffer's nose red



and when we get in the bed, I be leavin em with rose legs



Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead



but you already got em until you get up in them hoes head



I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin



but it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin



I'm in love with em, when I'm rubbin em



Be gettin pub with em, in a club with em



Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em



After gettin paid from her she ain't trippin



cause she know she got what she paid for



She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go



Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo'



Chorus: repeat 2X



[Johnny P in background: let me playyyyy, with your emotions]



(Let me play with your) emotions hoe



To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back



Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that



Now motherfucker can you buy that...



Tell me baby can you buy that



I got you under my complete control, you know it's worth more than



diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that



Verse Two: Twista



Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do'



What you runnin from a mack fo'? Lay you on your back slow



cause you know I got you with my lasso



Blow your mind like a afroCome and take a glimpse of the stairs



it's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smell



It's like a lotus when I flow dis, cause my eyes be the lowest



if you didn't notice then you bogus as hell



I'm puttin women under my spell, like I'm up in their brain



pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine



They're fillin em up with adrenaline, got em geekin



we're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman



Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on



with a blunt from the bomb side



In the right place, with the right mind and the right line



you can get a lifetime contract



They be wise until they look into your eyes



a shorty freaked when she spotted mine



Took her over to my crib, lay low, hit her off from behind



then she signed on the dotted-line, the hoe was like



"Oooohh Daddy... why you doin me like this?



I'd do anything to be with you, you got me gone in the head"



Ya mind, I don't mean to make a disaster up



like my Dad to master love



But if a motherfucker breakin you for every penny you earn



then how could you still show the bastard love?



I guess it's cause I'm cold, shit



Thought you was gon' be spendin me I betcha think you sho' did



but game recognize game, now you lame in the brain



Stupid bitch that's what you get for tryin to gold dig, now



Chorus



Yeah, this be Hype, the Verbal Tantrum



Kickin it with my man Twista



If you should suck my soul



I should make your funky emotions



Nothin is good unless you play with it



Play with me baby



Verse Three: Twista



I know you think it's blasphemy



but won't you give up when she ask for me? After he passed the beat



Since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see



and when you get paid, there is some cash for me, is it a tragedy



that I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin talkin up her love a lot



But the only love I got, is when I'm grippin like I wanna hug the Glock



or when I rub the twat, or pickin up a dub at spots



Fuck the hoe thugs, the clubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes



The speed knots match voo-Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Crucial Conflict



Be pimpin with em gators and dons, collect the papers and dolls



Player haters remarks will get smoked to a blunt dust



So keep walkin the next time you hear grown folks talkin



motherfuckers betta shut the fuck up, cause we make the women suck up



You insist to be trippin while we be gamin like Don Juan



What up the filet minion, the grey poupon



them hoes are staked to charm, because we make the bomb



Now I don't mean no harm, but either come on in or get on gone



and let me pull my pouch of snuff



In between your thighs, come take a pull and vibe



and let your tongue go coastin low, now



Chorus






Jet Lyrics

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