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Track Boy Lyrics Artist(Band):J-Kwon
You know what this is, My name J-Kwon... I went and got my man Andy Whitey x8 (Track Boy!) Take it to the floor Andy Take it to the hood Kwon x3 I'm a true PIMP And I'm a fake don [J-Kwon] Hi my name Kwon best friend Andy all we do is mack on these chicks and eat candy Live with my mammy, Fart out my fanny, Get Helean drunk and shadow box with my granny [Andy] Hi my name Andy best friend Kwon, He's a true PIMP but I'm a fake don I don’t drink dime, gray goose soda, I gotta lotta knowledge so they call me white yoda... [J-Kwon] Me I'ma hustler, I don't like mustard... When I'm in the bed I like my doughnuts custard, Man.. you a buster you faker den hell, My lyrics on fire (that's that smell) [Andy] Me I'ma joker, I play a lota poker... If I catch you cheating like an egg I'll yoke ya... I just wanna flow check it how I rock dis, It's a new single J-Kwon and Milonakis [J-Kwon] It's like dis yo,I get up out the club and I do it like dis yo, my baby mama she just sracth up my lack yo, I'ma certified mack yo, It's like dat yaooo [Andy] It's like dis yall, I aint a playa so I don't drink chris yall, I call you whack cause I came here to dis yall, all the strippers in da club getting tips yo tips yall Peanut butter on my face cause I got no class I would steal your chick but she got no ass.. I gotta baby mama… I don’t know her name, but really I’ma liar and I got no game. [J-Kwon] Well chicks hangin on my Bens but I got no gas, back seat full of chicks girl put it on the glass one record blue my records sales who? My mom said boy you shoulda kept yo ass in school (yo your mom was right) [Andy] That’s what you get for thinking you’re the shit… man forget about these chicks we in the club eating grits, that’s how we do it sippin on some sissor pull up to the club, bang my rims on the cizerb. [J-Kwon] Andy we off our rocker, we still drinkin vodka we on the dance floor kickin it like soccer, nickname Chewbacca you know how we rock dis it’s the new single J-Kwon and Milonakis [J-Kwon] Its like this yo I get up out the club and do it like this yo my baby mama been scracting up my cash yo I am certified mack yo its like dat yooo [Andy] It's like dis yall, I aint a playa so I don't drink chris yall, I call you whack cause I came here to dis yall, all the strippers in da club getting tips yo tips yall Take it to the floor Andy Take it to the hood Kwon x3 I'm a true PIMP And I'm a fake Don Take it to the floor Andy Take it to the hood Kwon x3 I'm a true PIMP And I'm a fake Don [J-Kwon] It's like dis yo,I get up out the club and I do it like dis yo, my baby mama she just sracth up my lack yo, I'ma certified mack yo, It's like dat yaooo [Andy] It's like dis yo, I aint a playa so I don't drink chris yall, I call you whack cause I came here to dis yall, all the strippers in da club getting tips yo tips yall [J-Kwon] & [Andy] You know what time it is… You know what time it is… (you stupid ass motherfucker) You know what time it is… Its hop entertainment, Andy lets go Eat some cream cheese mother fuckers... If you find some error in Track Boy Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to hayseboi2823@yahoo.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Track Boy The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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