Lay It Down lyrics - 8ball & MJG

Yeah, Sunday morning, I'm still yawnin' from the night before

So much cess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke

Oh no, who is this ho in the bed with me?

I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name, G

Grab me a Swisher, cut it up, fill it with weed

Hit that ho in the head, tell her, "Get out my bed, you damn freak"

Jumped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell

Got dressed then ran a gold comb through my curls

Walkin' out of the house slow, tellin' that ho, "Come on, let's go"

First I crank up the music, then hit the switch on my six-four

Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick

But at the same time on my dick, thick

Beat a bitch quick 'cause I'm sick

Full of Swishers and malt liquor, I'm a killer on them sticks

Aggravated hallucination, tryna let go of my frustration

But some unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient

I got a nine, Uzi, AK, but that shit don't matter

If I gotta, I will rat-a-tat-a

To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts

And if you step to us, you will have to lay it down, man

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Thirty busters in my yard talkin' shit 'bout a bitch

Claimin' to be the bitch's family but they look like thirty tricks

Talkin' about, why did I meet the ho? Fuck the ho? Charge the ho?

Break the ho? House the ho? Buster, that's how this pimpin' go

Suckers, how the fuck you thinkin' MJG is gonna slip?

Only reason you mad 'cause you sister couldn't pussy whip

A back-breakin', check-takin', pimp nigga

Constantly makin' money off your sister and your lady, nigga

I ain't tradin, why don't you niggas understand?

I'm the pimp, she's the ho

Now that I told you, now you know

Break your chain and let her go

Back on the track, shake that ass

Make my money, make it fast

Get your head swole bringin' me checks, bitch, bring me cash

Drop your panties, let you start

Open your mouth, slurp and slob

On this dick, he's the trick, you's a bitch, do your job

When you through, get up and go, get your cheese, hit the door

Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin' money, ho

Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank

Oh shit, look out bitch, duck a fist, catch a plank

Yeah ho, now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown

All upside your head, yeah, bitch, I'ma lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down