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(I turned) I turned a blind eye cause them niggas ain't worth a eye sore Plug my ears up, i think i just helen keller'd it Give em Third degree burns, im sonning it's for the hell of it Niggas ain't fucking with me they calling me jawnie celibate But i might let you lick it, they calling me jawn DeGeneres Did you get? dummy, fucking degenerate? (Uhhhh) I apologize, psyche, bitch im too devilish Pricy and hot like texases Bewitch, you bitches hexed (Hexed) Next, i will never settle for a text (Come) Come to the field, bring a bulletproof vest, yes (Yes) Coming to the fucking wild west Body on ate hoes up, yup that's my set I am such a threat Replace your backbone, i intentionally step (Step) break (Break) necks Huh, so check that (Oh) okay okay okay It's the jawnie jugger You vittles are for supper Jawnie drip like water, im the water gallon jugger Tried to emulate but there will never be another Said she got the juice, giving huggie, don't hug her You can be in KC, when you tune in undercover But Bitch you not slick no kai nor butter Haters on my top, i could use the extra coverage Niggas dried out, cause i son, grandmother Itty bitty, what is funny, you know i could never lie I get high (Call me) call me jawn skiez Got a piggy for your tummy and a semi for your circle Youse a bottom bitch, why would i ever wanna verse you? Advising yo ass to step back, i am willing to hurt you After all, i am the nigga that birthed you Versatile verse too, bitch im a verse too Bitch got a bubble mouth, it's time to reim-burst you (Mmm mmm) Fuck That was a lot to take in But, i'm, not, done Mmmmm, is there any competition, cause i don't no competitors All these hating niggas, they just mad cause i'm ahead of them I am so high, i feel like i'm on a pedestal I'm looking at my haters, why y'all all up on my testicle? They call me jawn skiez, the realest Swipe left on a broke nigga, got him in his feelings You can eat my but like edibles while looking at the ceiling Got a nigga craving for me cause he buying what i'm dealing, score Yes the realest, the flyest, the illest Couldn't remix this, now you crying and you quitting, what the fuck, wait Didn't you just say that you a hitta "Fuck the ops, gang gang" i thought you said that you a killer Now you broke, im sick, i think i'm needing me a healer Put a bow on your grave, now i'm happy, siwa (Wa) Boss I'm a boss You Bitches broke Shopping at ross Looking around Like bitches is lost You bitches dim while i'm shining like gloss (Wa) Junior organized
Writer(s): Jonathan Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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