A Man Named Jody ft. Big lew & C Mil Lyrics

It's a drop the top, fuck the caps, red light don't stop type of music, it's crazy

So much coke on the table, I got the bubble guts, 28 year old evil

With a bubble butt, get a coochie out, just so she can run with us

And you wonder why these hoes wanna fuck with us

Because we live illustrious, don't scam money, this grand money, hand to hand money

My dummy stayin' hungry, roller rap, no jumanji

Flow comfy, effortless, who messin' with, the specialist

Allah, bless me with a game to spit, come get your bitch, she singin' on that Trey shit

I don't wanna leave shit, I can't believe shit, and every time I rap it's like

I don't play bitch, we get money bro

Got to have tools to keep his house together

And that's what all that is, you know what I'm sayin'

The gators, the suits, the flashy suits

The flash grass to catch a hose eye, you know, bam

I used to be the type to romance a bitch

I like to shine so I go ahead and go enhance a bitch

But not no more, it's hard to trust a whore

If she ain't suckin' dick, then what we talkin' for

They say you shouldn't be talkin' like that, Lou, you raisin' a daughter

If she conduct herself right, she keep them clowns in order

I teach the facts of life, you gotta pick them right

Since I can't make me go, I'm livin' the pimpin' life

You know a lot of people talk about Jody, and you know who Jody's supposed to be

Jody is that fella, that when you leave home at six o'clock, he's in your house at six-one