Big Mouse - Janky Promoters (feat. El Plaga Da Plugg)

If you call for a show, do it come with a check
Double digits, with the commas next
She reach for my dick, it came with the head
Thirty rounds, and it came with a leg
He reach for my chain, I reach for my glock
Lay em down, blew him right out his sock
I swerve and i rap, then when i slide
Murder scene, its a homicide
Bitch, run up a check
Hit my phone, better call me collect
Run up them funds, pay me that debt
Need a bank, i can cash out the check
Bitch, run up a check
Hit my phone, better call me collect
Run up them funds, pay me that debt
Need a bank, i can cash out the check
Janky, janky ass promoters
Janky, janky ass promoters
Fifty dollars for a show
You can get hit or robbed at the door
Sent you a picture, now where the flyer
Say you got bag, you a fucking lie
You think that you on, nigga im hot
Rockin the shows, keep the club packed
Ask around if i'm lying or not
Cant walk through the back
I go through the front
Fuck you bitch
Yea i do what i want
On stage yea
I'm rolling a blunt
Look around, wanna book me next month
Look around, wanna book me next month
In the show yea i come with them features
Fuck a stage, bitch we all on the sofa
Mixing white, with the brown & the soda
Leaving stains in my Burberry loafers
Cant walk through the door
Cause we toting extra
Drag your ass, slide your ass like a dresser
Pay me that money or we gonna press ya
If you call for a show, do it come with a check
Double digits, with the commas next
She reach for my dick, it came with the head
Thirty rounds, and it came with a leg
He reach for my chain, I reach for my glock
Lay em down, blew him right out his sock
I swerve and i rap, then when i slide
Murder scene, its a homicide
Bitch, run up a check
Hit my phone, better call me collect
Run up them funds, pay me that debt
Need a bank, i can cash out the check
Bitch, run up a check
Hit my phone, better call me collect
Run up them funds, pay me that debt
Need a bank, i can cash out the check
Janky, janky ass promoters
Janky, janky ass promoters
Janky ass niggas, I cannot fuck with you
Just have my money, or i'm coming for you
I'm in the club with it, so is my shooter
We keep pocket rockets, glocks & em rugers
Niggas on games, mane they out of order
Dont have my money, i'm fuckin your daughter
Is shit in control, well kind of sort of
I wont show face if its less than a quarter
You niggas clowns & yes it do show
Out here acting & you know you dont go hard
If it dont add up Omerta gon blow
We want the bar & im taking the door
10's 20's 50's, for 100's i go
Young wild nigga like i lost my soul
Live everyday fast, i'm gripping this pole
Live everyday fast, any day you can go
I keep the knife, i think i'm a chef
Better come right or right there you get left
Don't give a fuck if i'm calling collect
Better come right or right there you get left

Written by:
Marquis Keys, Timothy Rollins

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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