Gimme The Loot

Jarren Benton

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    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot

    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Loot, loot, loot, loot

    Que pasa amigo (que pasa amigo)
    I'm back in it bitch
    If the head game is right and that pussy feel good
    Throw a rack at that bitch
    Walked in the club with a strap in that bitch
    Niggas they shoot like iraq in that bitch
    I peel off in that thunderbird up in johannesburg
    On a giraffe with this african bitch
    Came from the bottom, my grandmammas house

    I'm funeral fresh, get the cameras out
    99 Bottles of beer on the floor
    We went wildin' out, ho, just like animal house
    Eatin up rappers the cannibals out
    Bust off in your bitch while she layn on your couch
    I get head in the whip while she driving that bitch
    She carressin my dick and my hands in her blouse
    You think they your homies, they snakes in the end

    My home boy just died mutha fuck a new friend
    One day you here and the next day you gone
    We still mourning my nigga so fuck yo new benz
    I'm drinking again trying to mask all the pain
    My high coming down I'ma crash, go insane
    Party for now
    Get the money my nigga
    Cuz one day they might come and bash in your brains

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    We up in this bitch
    Just got paid
    Got this drank in my cup
    Nigga just got straight
    We been on it all night
    I don't know bout you
    I'm on that b.I.g shit
    Bitch better have my loot..

    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Loot, loot, loot, loot...

    Eastside nigga till the day I'm in a pinebox
    This marijuana make a motherfuckers (mindstop)
    Eyes redder than the cyclopes
    Might throw a bitch ass nigga out a sky box
    3 Stripes on my high tops
    You ain't got no fucking jarren in your ipod?
    Becky my God, I bet you won't lick a pussy while I watch
    So high it’s like I'm sitting over jupiter
    Get this money they gone think I worship lucifer
    Being broke was never cool to us
    Feet glued to the concrete you ain't moving us

    Your favorite rappers just a fairy tale
    Niggas mad cause I knew his girlfriend very well
    She let me fuck her on the ferris wheel
    Hit south beach and got head while I parasail
    I never paid for the hair and nails
    Vodka got the room spinning like a carousel

    I'm harder than a bitch that’s trying to parallel
    Park a mac truck for the pump I keep a pair of shells
    You can find me in the atl
    Might tear this fucking club up like an acl
    Niggas still walk crazy
    Thank God for rap money now it’s fuck you pay me

    We up in this bitch
    Just got paid
    Got this drank in my cup
    Nigga just got straight
    We been on it all night
    I don't know bout you
    I'm on that b.I.g shit
    Bitch better have my loot

    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Gimmie the loot
    Loot, loot, loot, loot

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