Listen to Uproar by Jae Remi

Uproar

Jae Remi

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

Brought a 40, laid low, down At 49 mic in a vice, through The night, In the rest room Type for the heist When It Ripe, I suggest food Fight for yo life, for it swiped By the vest blues, strike did the Knight, for the Christ I don't Get Dude Runneth over, absolutely none I confess to, bet he talk, any cop He don't know no pressure Petty thoughts, friendly opp And claim he know no better Done war, bet I fuck It up And screaming, dumb whore Blunt spark, when I'm headed Out, better run forrest Done for, did it wit no doubt They'd go dumb for seems I'm really watching what I'm Eating, what I touch raw Up Roar, he gone sit it out Niggas sub par, mask on Picking up my boo, peek at you All y'all mans soft, dope on all The crew, that's the truth Get yo hands off Remi in the Booth put them motherfucking Hands to the ceiling, Remi Got a grudge and crawling up Neat, like I'm talling up Leave ye ain't tall enough Freak how she holding up Slipping shawty, shaking naked Pictures on my screen, slop't The top when her jaw dropped Looking at me different, when I'm in it, and I hit the guts Shawty wanna ride it, while im Dealing with the indica Hot flows scold range coals On a mild day God gave code They ain't know kinda sideways Ain't no need for tripping Practise patience develop Hindsight, read it different Ain't no victims Just get yo mind right Done war, bet I fuck It up And screaming, dumb whore Blunt spark, when I'm headed Out, better run forrest Done for, did it wit no doubt They'd go dumb for seems I'm really watching what I'm Eating, what I touch raw Up Roar, he gone sit it out Niggas sub par, mask on Picking up my boo, peek at you All y'all mans soft, dope on all The crew, that's the truth Get yo hands off Remi in the Booth put them motherfucking Hands up high like a Sirens whoop whoop Bet they shoot through All y'all groups troops This ain't new truth Hands up high like a Sirens whoop whoop Bet they shoot through All y'all groups troops This ain't new dude Hands up high like a Sirens whoop whoop Bet they shoot through All y'all groups troops This ain't new truth Hands up high like a Sirens whoop whoop Bet they shoot through All y'all groups troops This ain't new dude This ain't new dude Bet they shoot through This ain't new truth Hear that whoop whoop
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