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King Von, BreezyLyn & Tink - Jealous (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
BreezyLYN
BreezyLYN
Vocals
Tink
Tink
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Breonica Smith
Breonica Smith
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
Trinity Home
Trinity Home
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe La Porta
Joe La Porta
Mastering Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

(Wheezy outta here) Damn What? Von Huh? What? You know I'm the realest (you know) And you know I'm a killer (you know) I think I need a vest, 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (damn) Don't you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings) Girl, you playin' with a real one (what) Got a couple million, I'm still in the buildings (huh? Yeah) Know I'm on the block, she can tell by the ceilings No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it And if you need it right now, baby girl, l'll Zelle it Fresh out the shower, I smell it And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (boom) L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn (boom, boom) But don't even mind that (nah) We ain't worried 'bout it, we ain't buyin' that (uh-huh) I'ma fall back, I'ma be cool (be cool) Just don't let me find out where he hidin' at (boom, boom) And you know I be tweakin', fuck that, never mind that (nah, nah) Girl, come here with your fine ass (come here) You first place in the contest (yeah) Kissin' on your neck while we undressin' (uh, uh) Put this pillow on the TEC, pussy gettin' wet I be in it, beatin' down walls, pussy gettin' stretched Afterwards, took her to the mall, pockets on shred (huh? What?) And I ain't even gotta flex (nah, nah) And we ain't even gotta text (nah, nah) And I ain't even got an ex (nah, ah) And you ain't even got a next (huh? What?) And we ain't even gotta sex But look (look), let me know, do you clean do you cook (do you cook?) Let me know Would you iron a nigga clothes on the way to the show since a nigga be booked? (what?) Let me know if you fucked on my homie named Wuk Damn, she got me open like a book I got her scared, she shook Never fucked with a nigga from the hood And I ain't never tasted no pussy this good She gon' get somebody killed, let me knock on wood But, girl, you fine, if lovin' you was a crime, then I'd damn near be booked You know I'm the realest (you know) And you know I'm a killer (you know) I think I need a vest 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (damn) Don't you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?) Girl, you playin' with a real one (what?) Got a couple million, I'm still in the buildings (huh? Yeah) Know I'm on the block, she can tell by the ceilings No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it And if you need it right now, baby girl, l'll Zelle it Fresh out the shower, I smell it And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (boom) L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn I know how you get (I know how you get) And I know you gang 'bout me (I know you gang 'bout me) Down for whatever, gon' flame 'bout me (flame 'bout me) He tell me it's his, put his chains 'round me Don't let me catch you with a bitch (yeah) I just might dig in my purse (I just might dig in my purse) She just might go on a shirt (she just might go on a shirt) He fuck with a baddie, he know what's it's worth (he know what's it's worth) Baby, don't get it confused If he fuckin' with me, then he know what to do (know what to do) I ain't the one or the two (one or the two) If we talkin' 'bout niggas, I know who to choose (I know who to choose) Yeah, he different (yeah, he different) He beat it in different positions (yeah, different positions) He hittin' my line when you missin' (what?) Made him pull up and I told him to kiss it (damn), damn You the illest, nah, bae, I feel like you the realest Yeah, it's often, I know that you feel it He lovin' my vibe 'cause he know I'm the chillest (I'm the chillest) Damn You know I'm the realest (you know) And you know I'm a killer (you know) I think I need a vest 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (damn) Don't you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?) Girl, you playin' with a real one (what?) Got a couple million, I'm still in the buildings (huh? Yeah) Know I'm on the block, she can tell by the ceilings No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it And if you need it right now, baby girl, l'll Zelle it Fresh out the shower, I smell it And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (boom) L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn Let me empty the clip Get it hard when I sit on the tip Pretty brown, he done put it down Now I fuck around, had to beat up his bitch (bitch) 'Cause he know that this pussy get wetter (wet) Fuckin' me with his pipe on the dresser (pipe) He a demon and I'm a lil' savage Rich sex, hundred K in the mattress Tell a bitch drop her location Pussy got you catchin' cases Put it on me up in them trenches Throat gang got a nigga actin' different (different) You know I ain't givin' him back (nah) He in love with the way that it clap And the way that he put in that work (put in that work) It be feelin' like we in the trap (trap) Locked in, put his heart in the vault Say that ass and them titties is soft Post bail if he ever get caught (caught) That's how it go when you fuckin' a boss, look You know I'm the realest (you know) And you know I'm a killer (you know) I think I need a vest 'cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (damn) Don't you know I got feelings (you know I got feelings?) Girl, you playin' with a real one (what?) Got a couple million, I'm still in the buildings (huh? Yeah) Know I'm on the block, she can tell by the ceilings No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it And if you need it right now, baby girl, l'll Zelle it Fresh out the shower, I smell it And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (boom) L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Dayvon Bennett, Trinity Home, Breonica Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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