R.R.O.T.Y
JBM Jay
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Y'all flexing witcha big homie money (Broke boy) F*ck a thick bitch fat ass with a bonnet Pullup to the club flexing throwing out straight hunnits (Damn) Check my streams on iTunes my shit all the way in London Running I-65 I got that foreign whip pulling Drilling on a bad bitch got that dick all in her stomach It was 4th in long a n**** still ain't punt it I played running back so I told coach run it (Leggo) He ain't come to the door so we had to run in (Bitch) F*ck a back end bitch I need my front end, bad bitch ass fat like Pam (Damn) take a picture put it on the gram Taking plenty pictures in my lamb Taking many pictures in my lamb damn choppa frying a Shit like spam I'm fuckin with them n****s from the ham Scrilla that's my muhfuckn fam I got n****s owe my like I'm Uncle Sam Cut the volume up this a motherfuckn jam N****s always begging but I don't give a damn (Bum) N****s always begging tell a f*ck n***a scram Dick make her hook to a n***a like a clam These n****s on them papers like they taking a exam I'm from the fuckn Ville that's why I got that shit stamped Coupe in the curb like it coming round a ramp Ima cocky bastard know I'm fresher than a mint yeah Fishbowl Chevy but the coupe got the tint yeah Fishbowl heavy chandelier on my wrist yeah N****s never made a hit all they do is diss (Um) N***a I'll make a flick fuckn on ya bitch (Um) I ain't never took shit I was a rich kid I done did some shit no need to talk bout what I did F*ck her from the back knock the top off her wig (Knock the top off her wig) Tired of all these hoes (All these hoes) I'm tired of selling all these bowls (All these bowls) I'm fly I got a nice wardrobe (Gotta nice wardrobe) You a bum if you put here kicking doors (Broke boy) Hit the A and purchase all my clothes Hitcha bae she taking off my robe Clap a n***a five times call it truckload Clap a n***a five times like I'm cinco I just spent five bands on a mink coat F*ck a Latin bitch then I make her deep throat I be chilling on that madden I'll make a deep throw Rap rookie of the year you can call me D-Rose Neck on chandelier wet think I need a boat (Wet) So many chains on my neck a n***a might choke (Damn) I told my n***a kill me if I ever go broke Wet a n***a up like a shimmy if he want smoke I'm the goat already like I got the cheat code Call my n***a tell em im finna go beast mode (Hulk mode) Pain my teacher told her keep it on the d-low Pull-up blow a n***a shit back like a c4 You n****s in the back like y'all on the last row Had to switch it up and change it from my last flow Had to puttem up and hang em on my last rope I got people from the ville told me I'm the last hope I got n****s that'll kill ya for about two bowls Please don't hop on my dick when I'm rocking these shows Ion like my money new I like it blue I like it old By the time twelve catch on got it already sold by the bowl
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