Lyrics

Most of the work weren't easy Never had a bring and I done it on my Jack's (my Jack's) Dem boy there talkin' smack Everybody wanna talk but ain't talkin' facts (they ain't talkin' facts) D9 just called on my phone Like, "Jay, how you stackin' up all these bands?" (I'm stackin') And I told him "I live to invest, I can say with my chest That's part of the plan" (that's part of the plan) Sip on my drink in the penthouse with a bad B I ain't hearin' haters (nope) All the chicks dem know that I'm dangerous Six foot four like I play for The Lakers JAY1, cool down, cah you're blazin' (blazin') Everybody wanna take shots at me Carry on, cah I'm feelin' famous (haha) Fuckin' up all these feelings cah I'm heartless Blow back then I cut, ayy Bethany came with a chick and it wasn't seasoned So I told her to cut (ayy, fuck off) But the back look big from a distance when she walked off So I told her, "Stop" (ayy, come back) T'ick t'ing with the breasts look gorgeous, baby Bruk off your back, get tun, ayy Swear down, life is a movie (movie) I could never give sex to a groupie (groupie) Went up Radford quickly Just to make a swift banger with Coolie (Coolie) Come a long way from Southgate Now I'm out 'ere tryna make that smoothie (smoothie) I was out there with a bad B, she a bad B, but she drives man looney Bill it, bun it, dash it It's a madness when I step up in the place (place) And nobody wanna put work in But these dumb pricks want a piece of the cake I pull up like nuttin' ain't friendly Bro, send me that key to the safe I want it all and I want it now I ball so hard like I'm E to the A, ayy How many times did I drip? Bro, fuck about and get licked (lit) One bang to the face, I'm dis close Play with me and get hit (get hit) Feet come tekky like Isco, on the field, I do bits (do bits) Like, how you gonna DM my bitch, bro? Must be takin' the piss (takin' the piss) I was out there like I mentioned before With the Benz on my balls, in the ends it was clear Fed pulled up in the coupe, it was mad, it was bouj, man I thought I was catchin' a case I was thirteen, I was young still Takin' your lunch in the end and I'm takin' your bae I'm still J to the A to the Y to the 1, ain't nobody takin' my place Are you fuckin' stupid? Nineteen in the charts, I do this Top ten on the feature clueless Ten mill' on a tune, I'm movin' Small boy, don't talk 'bout losin' Step two to the place all boujee Bro, check out the back on Lucy If I come then I come in my goonies I'm boujee, two hands on the booty That's Susan, Britney and Sarah Michaela, baby, come nearer That's Stacey, Ava and Taylor Big booty, juicy like Ava That's JAY1 not 2, don't play dawg When kway kway came back with the blazer It's a mad t'ing, D9 that's my day dawg If you doubt, me shock you like a taser Mm JAY1, JAY1 JAY1, JAY1 JAY1, JAY
Writer(s): Jasraj Sahota, Jason Juami Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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