Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give 'Em the Blues, artist - Too Short. Album song The Sex Tape Playlist, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, OG
Song language: English
Give 'Em the Blues |
Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin' |
Where the ones? |
Keep ‘em comin' |
If you ain’t tippin' then you boring |
Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues |
Just give ‘em the blues |
If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing |
This pimp shit, keep it going |
All these trick niggas ain’t knowing |
These bitches, we be on ‘em |
And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose |
Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues |
Sittin' on a nigga, flockin' on a nigga |
Rocking chair, yeah, rockin' on a nigga |
Pullin' up, skrt skrt’n on a nigga |
See your bitch and I’m flirtin' with her, nigga, yeah |
Google my name, ha, see what they say |
Been giving ‘em blues, Burger King, you get it your way |
These fuck niggas always ask about me |
Same ones that be talkin' ‘bout me |
Can’t tell if he ass kissin', if he dick suckin' or just money countin' |
Money flowin' like a water fountain |
Sticky icky got the money pilin' |
Coulda hit, my nigga wrist drownin' |
But sittin' on a nigga thousand island |
Fuck nigga sayin' my name, ones with no game |
Mad, you lit the whore, huh |
‘Cause I’m with two extra whores, Porsche with the two extra doors |
Extra bullets and shells—who you gon' tell we got in the door? |
Be giving ‘em blues, they want an encore |
Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin' |
Where the ones? |
Keep ‘em comin' |
If you ain’t tippin' then you boring |
Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues |
Just give ‘em the blues |
If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing |
This pimp shit, keep it going |
All these trick niggas ain’t knowing |
These bitches, we be on ‘em |
And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose |
Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues |
Yeah, I need all huneds with the blue strips, got ‘em feeling some type of way |
His main bitch steady choosing up when she see some real niggas come her way |
I’m in the strip club steady tippin' her; |
ass fat, I can’t get enough |
Kick her out once I get a nut; |
savage mode, I don’t give a fuck |
East Oakland, yeah, that’s what I’m reppin' nigga—these dudes ain’t bout it |
bout it |
Pullin' up in that old school; |
gonna run up on me, man, I highly doubt it |
Shorty always tryna spend the night; |
phone off, give me space, hoe |
I’m in the air like a real player, make her do whatever I say so |
I need the whip and chains like Django; |
Fabby scooped me in that Range Rover |
Free the bitch, I’m never cuffin' it; |
I can show you niggas how the game goes |
Town Business if you ain’t know, no time for a lame hoe |
Only focus on the bankroll, going places that they can’t go |
Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin' |
Where the ones? |
Keep ‘em comin' |
If you ain’t tippin' then you boring |
Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues |
Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues |
I’m pimpin', she’s hoeing |
Great girls, yeah, it’s snowing |
Good weed I’m blowing |
Smoke too much, now I’m zoning |
Fuck too much when I’m boning |
Bust a nut, now she own it |
Bitch, you want this long dick? |
Well, that’s what you gon' get |
All that money, I’m taking it |
Can’t fuck with me, you ain’t make this shit |
‘Cause meaningful relationships are like aliens and spaceships |
Is it real? |
I’m so sincere |
Ain’t no women, just hoes in here |
We don’t want the good girls out there |
Ask a player, we don’t care |
It’s like last week, ask Ashley |
I don’t let nothin' get past me |
Twerkin' all day in them ass cheeks |
You a stripper? |
Don’t flash me |
‘Cause my pimpin', it never ends |
New girls, we break ‘em in |
Little homies, we make ‘em pimps |
Then they pull up in a brand new Benz |
BITCH! |
If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing |
This pimp shit, keep it going |
All these trick niggas ain’t knowing |
These bitches, we be on ‘em |
And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose |
Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues |