Guapanese
Jaywall
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Yeah Yeah I switch it up Switch that bitch if she can't feel my vibe I went ape shit on my wrist, I told my jeweler check my shine Cause it's bitting niggas Late night conversation with lil bitty Told her if she ain't adding value It's real motion in my city And she on milly rock Every time they bringing out that bottle She on henny shots And I ain't tryna complicate it Every time I look them niggas on the net just like they made We the one who hoppin out them C8's step on shit live pavement Hoping out that alley with them drakes we put up ninas Treat shit like i'm Brady in the 4th, they in the bleachers And I been tryna lay back off this shit for real cause I get wicked F*ck a holiday we wrap a opp up like its Christmas Dropping big deposits We was in the water building dams just like a otter Most these nigga treat em like my sons without no father Most these niggas treat em like my sons lt ain't no foster Like what yall hitting for Told my shooter make that they know That's why we hit em close Told em if i take her shit shit get serious I got her hitting notes Told lil bro to stop that gleecing Every time im in the mirror I be tussling with My demons F*ck a lesson, I get on em with that ruler this ain't teaching They like Jaywall you been getting really vocal I ain't speaking And all that switching sides I know shooters who goin spin two times and they just switching slides Everyday Thanksgiving at our table how we been getting by And my grandma like you on your greens now Put her in that Culli she on IG spilling tea now Can't even close the trap house for two seconds cause the feens out And they like that boy lowkey on his rap shit but he peach now They like that boy lowkey on his rap but been hot I be on they head just like a skully, like it's wind out Like it's wind Every time they look they say big wall go up for ten Pray that we don't bend Pray that you don't see me in the flesh Shooter hit a route Then he reach like OB for the catch And we ain't pulling over Tint on 5 percent when we on licks, this car be full of doja And I can't catch no charges like a hellcat Lil bro did a spin but we ain't Zelle cause he left shells back And she what in I'm on my Tony Hawk shit off the rail back I've been on my heavy fitness shit with no elliptical They like how you got here to this point this ain't a ritual And every time I look into her eyes, she like spiritual And ever since I stepped into her life is like a miracle
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