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It's The Plug (Plug) JAY1, JAY1, just did it with sauce JAY1, JAY1, just did it with sauce Listen (woo) Look at that browning, lookin' all curvy (all curvy) Figure eight and the back come perky JAY1, I been a badboy from early (early) I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout certi' Bros in the bando, whippin' up Shirley Your jiggas in the club, all burnin' Look at that wasteman, lookin' all girly Fuck it, reverse it, bill it, then burn it Money bopping whilst the gyally watching Everybody's lookin' at the kid (okay) I look around me, only sexy bitches Clock a baddie lickin' up her lips (alright) Sexy mama, really done a mazza Tell her "Buss it up and do the splits" Got your baby mother in my crib But I don't really give a shit Uno, uno, baby, I'm uno Got pengtings calling me "Papi" Like I'm in a movie like Chulo That big back's lookin' humongous And I haven't got time like Hublot So step into my bedroom quickly Come, we get frisky Baby, come lick me Yakka, yakka, throw it like frisbee Made a half a milli' from "Brudda, I'm joking" I got a young call from Mapz And he said I got a booking in Poland That's one big house in The Midlands Look at my mother, lookin' all cozy (okay) That's 25 bags for a booking Fuck off, JAY1's doin' it bossy Please just tell me, what are you smoking? Look at that browning, lookin' all curvy (all curvy) Figure eight and the back come perky JAY1, I been a badboy from early (early) I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout certi' Bros in the bando, whippin' up Shirley Your jiggas in the club, all burnin' Look at that wasteman, lookin' all girly Fuck it, reverse it, bill it, then burn it Br-br-browning, lookin' all curvy (all curvy) Figure eight and the back come perky JAY1, I been a badboy from early (early) I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout certi' Bros in the bando, whippin' up Shirley Your jiggas in the club, all burnin' Look at that wasteman, lookin' all girly Fuck it, reverse it, bill it, then burn it Blueface, baby (yeah, a'ight) I don't have a min' to waste on wastemen (no) Say how I feel, they say that I'm hatin' New generation, real is fake (huh) Fakin' is real, I will never sell my soul for a deal (never) Fill up the banks like Uncle Phil Before I learn how to cook a meal, bitch, I made a mil' (ice) I fuck with my chains, she get the chills Buffalo ass, I pay her bills She only wear heels, my house in The Hills I fuck with the weed, she fuck with the pills I just robbed a nigga (give it up), I do not steal But I keep the steel, it could get real Get popped like a pill Out on bail with the gun in my belt My bitch in Chanel but she ain't Chanel (Chanel) Packin' a mil' (gone), everything sell Still doin' well, "Blueface fell off", I couldn't tell Hahaha, send 'em to voicemail (You have reached the voicemail box of...) Blueface, baby Bill it, then burn it Br-br-browning, lookin' all curvy Figure eight and the back come perky JAY1, I been a badboy from early I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout certi' Bros in the bando, whippin' up Shirley Your jiggas in the club, all burnin' Look at that wasteman, lookin' all girly Fuck it, reverse it, bill it, then burn it I got one bad B in the passy Two in the back and a stack in the boot I know you don't get no jawns (nope) Brudda, just stick to the truth And if I was low like you are Then I probably wouldn't buy no Loubs (okay) And you could never reach my height I'm on the top floor doin' up views Look at that browning, lookin' all curvy (all curvy) Figure eight and the back come perky JAY1, I been a badboy from early (early) I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout certi' Bros in the bando, whippin' up Shirley Your jiggas in the club, all burnin' Look at that wasteman, lookin' all girly Fuck it, reverse it, bill it, then burn it (burn it) Mmm, JAY1, JAY1 JAY1, JAY1
Writer(s): Johnathan Porter, Jason Juami, Anders Christiansen, Jack Edjourian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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