yo yeah yeah yo what yea jammie sommers bring the thunder what yo yo uh huh yo yo save john bennett trauma john bell lace stay in my equality mic oddessey judy plum ghetto tag on the drum nestle in the glass i was plunged double edged tongue pearly handle police woman scroll brooklyn we bouncin commercial keep lookin pussy tight ginger turn rough cats to cringers make him surrender is car and legal tender sunshine on time manifest all time tween beams because i see the true reality sculpted by my wallabees study righteous god degree yo we break bread and deal with equality yo check it my break and deal with this son explicit lyrical orgy you bitches smell like dead foggy ho while jammie splash you with the bottle of giorgio or chanel s no 5 dog bitch you can t survive you buy and shoot some straw ride ya tried to glide on b o b b y jammie sommers treat her like my daughter real niggas wanna fuck her pass a quart of milk crab clam possum wild flower blossomin power u have you gaspin for your oxygen gold bra straps fine pointed purple star gaps cowboy boots and tastle with the straw hat you derelict hoes we fuck y all without pullin down our clothes while your nigga wish to lick jammie sommers toes imaginate you best to go home son and masturbate or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape yo a hundred thousand two hundred and fifty cash yo now watch miss sommers shake that ass yo you love the way my brother splash chain reaction keep you puzzled mouth muscle card shuffle belt buckle jammie s ll never kiss ass after i close a deal you best to believe this rap shit i say is for real a lot of y all bitches be good earners with two out take too many chances chillin with niggas lampin profilin wildin jammie hung with the realty smilin takin shots at louie the thirteenth and tie you up bathed in sheik so you could watch your man beat his meat cuz uh lodi dodi i got the body and tutti fruiti i got the booty i shake my rump all in ya face make a bitch tie my sneaker lace cuz a is for apple and j is for jack and most of y all bitches ain t go no hair in the back and ya tracks is wack