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 fuck 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