TYT MYC THA GAME SPITTA - ZOOKEEPER Lyrics

A hundred thousand? Oh, no problem
Why only a hundred thousand? You know you're good for two million
I said a hundred thousand

You sold your soul for some 4's and a drop, little nigga

I sold hoes and spent more Ona watch , like OJ
Tricks wanna stab dick in my white bitch
But not for free, she come with a price list
Back page postin' bout a cover girl with no kids

So you know, that pussy tighter than bolts on the Brooklyn Bridge
Wake up, dick in her as I'm yawnin'
Like this the best piece of pussy a pair of panties ever told
Good morning, keep her so close I can smell her secrets

This statutory love, not that creep shit
Pop it like this, I'm supposed to bubble
Let me get in your hoe ear ,hoe nigga, you in trouble
Been Mac'n since back, when I was a good time just waitin' to happen

And I stay prayed up, I ain't worried about nothin', little nigga
Got polo bears on my boxers f*ck Hillfiger
I'm in a different stratosphere
Sucker's fakes, rats and snakes can't come near

Knoc girls Ona humbug , rock clubs and that white good
I stack too many rectangles to be a square
She got mo belly fat than average, but I don't care
I'll slap a wig on a pig and play it fair, play it fair

I'm a hustler, baller, gangster
Mack, Mack, Mack, cap pillar
Sneaker freak, sneaker freak, sneaker freak
As well as a zookeeper

Come on cuz, ain't no cap, ain't no ceiling
Come on now, you know, go bigger
The less dudes around me, the better I concentrate
The more women around me, the better I operate

Salamander and the wood, inside the ghost, inside the ghost
Pull up on side of me, I knoc your hoe, knoc your hoe
Seen six figures in the hood, off weed and blow
Another six out in Hollywood, just off of one hoe

Pimpsie ask me where the hoes
I told them on Gator Tender for the low, ask Sleezy
Sucker ducking in a land of , lollipops pops, I make look easy
I'm not sure what you got shaking, but you need to quit faking and speak up

Cut mustard with ketchup if you gotta to keep up
Old heads in the feds, ass have I ever read
Any Donald Donald Goines or such and such
I told em I don't read shit but the funnest, but the funnest

I'm out here living a book, book
And I got plenty hunnies, bringing plenty money
Plus I stay prayed up, I ain't worrying about nothing, little nigga
Got polo bears on my boxers, Hillfiger

I'm in a different stratosphere
Suckers, fakes rats and snakes can't come near
Knoc girls on a humbug, rock clubs and that white girl
I stack too many rectangles to be a square

She got more belly fat than average, but I don't care, care
I slap a wig on a pig and play it fair play it fair
Yeah, I'm a hustler, baller, gangster
Mack, Mack, Mack, cap pillar

Sneaker freaker, sneaker freaker, sneaker freaker
As well as a zookeeper