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Jay Dee
Jay Dee
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Jay Dee
Jay Dee
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Hoes! OMB big, bitch Are you dumb?? This is my shit Everybody know i'm ready BOOM, BOOM! Look! Why I hear niggas took over my shit? Like I'm not the reason That drill is the topic? (Jaydee) Tell them niggas to stop it (bitch!) And no I don't add views, I just drop it I'm the nigga that put niggas on Niggas buyin' up views for they songs Talkin' crazy, the knockers is drawn Man of respect since the day I was born I got a million views on six songs No feature shit, I did it doley Jay Dee, everybody know me You ain't a friend of mine don't "bro" me, like And I told her I love her, I lied Love what? My closest friend done died Pop a 30, I'm losin' my mind He ain't boomin' for shit 'Cause he thought he was sly He be cappin', he never on shit Scared what? Niggas scared of me And my bitch really talk on my lips Like, why you bein' weird to me? (what the fuck?!) And I just saw a opp, but he can't Better get out the way or I'm clearin' the scene On Boomer I'ma catch a shh- And I stuck to my word, See that boy in my dreams Give a fuck 'bout a radio replay Come to the drill, I'm the best outta BK Jack us K, but that boy never seen us Fuck on his bitch and I keep it between us And you know how I get when we creep up I make a mess and tell Yadi to clean up Tryna buy me a perc', geek up You know she gotta pay for a linkup Savage he got 'em, on Savage he get 'em Don't ask anybody, you don't see me wit' 'em You my brother then keep it a stack Because hit 'em dismiss, Then he turned to a rat Put me in the cage, just to walk out the front And I thought he was watchin' my back Nigga fuck that shit, I ain't 'bout to reminisce, You could suck my dick, look Talkin' on bro, what the fuck is you on? You gon' die just for makin' a song And my temper it tick like a bomb Breakin' silence, was settin' alarms Ain't drop in a minute, was keepin' it calm Finna come and take over What's mine Drill? Nah Good-Bye, I already to that all the time Can't believe what he say in his lines, He just sayin' that shit cause it rhymes We get caught up for puttin' in pain I know niggas in chain, They be droppin' them dimes Everybody sayin' like what happened to me Rappin' ain't just rappin' to me Ran into people was happy to see Only thing that I say now is "Pass it to me" Slimiest ever, the slimiest it go Act a movie and put on a show Yeah he peace me and call me his bro, He don't know I be fuckin' his bitch on the low Who the fuck is a Mula Gzz? You from Yonkers, like Mula please Say OMBK, you ain't OMB shit All that 300 shit, suck on 300 dicks I'm the king of this drill shit Real shit I don't even know why I mention some of you niggas I shouldn't even stoop down To you pussy ass niggas level Fuck that ARE YOU DUMB? Look, EBK, now I'm back on my shit Like, if I don't got it then he gettin' stomped When we spinnin' we makin' it lit Don't dance, keep that jiggy Shit up in the Bronx Lil' dummy got shot by a girl And I'm big GDK, I don't twirl And if I should die, fuck everybody, Like my niggas endin' the world And I only do this 'cause I got to Don't worry nigga, I got you How the fuck you worried 'Bout a treesh and instead Of the bitch that done shot you? And I'm too disrespectful, let me correct you We ain't friends, I never met you And if I was to catch you, I woulda wrecked you Movin' wrong, I woulda left you
Writer(s): Adam Kruk, Jay Dee Jay Dee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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