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NEXT
by Jaffé Joffer
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All them niggas do is flex
All these bitches do is stress
We just worried bout these checks
I ain't never that impressed
All around we blessed
We still working while they rest
All I want from this is sex
You not on that I'm like
Next, next, next, next
Next next, next
Tell them bitches to the
Left, left, left, left
Left, left, left
All that talking about them niggas that we still ain't heard of
You know I be in the den its hot I got my shirt off
I'm like fuck it hit record I gotta let this shit off
Either that or ima up and go set this bitch off
Up in DMV I spent some time Virginia Beach
RIP to all my kids I left em' on her sheets
Pull out game on 10, I gotta practice what I preach
She a Jaffé stan, I like her better on her knees
I don't trust no bitches I don't want them problems
I can't fuck with snitches I don't want them ties
You can't hold you end, I am not surprised
High up in clouds, looking like a star
Put a bitch on like a brouche
She be talking to me through her post
You just an accessory, you not a necessity
Bout my green my celery
Speak up when addressing me
All them niggas do is flex
All them bitches do is stress
We just worried bout these checks
We not that impressed
All around we blessed
We still working while they rest
All I want from this is sex
You not on that I'm like
Next, next, next, next
Next next, next
Tell them bitches to the
Left, left, left, left
Left, left, left
All them niggas do is flex
All these bitches do is stress
We just worried bout these checks
I ain't never that impressed
All around we blessed
We still working while they rest
All I want from this is sex
You not on that I'm like
Next, next, next, next
Next next, next
Tell them bitches to the
Left, left, left, left
Left, left, left
All that talking about them niggas that we still ain't heard of
You know I be in the den its hot I got my shirt off
I'm like fuck it hit record I gotta let this shit off
Either that or ima up and go set this bitch off
Up in DMV I spent some time Virginia Beach
RIP to all my kids I left em' on her sheets
Pull out game on 10, I gotta practice what I preach
She a Jaffé stan, I like her better on her knees
I don't trust no bitches I don't want them problems
I can't fuck with snitches I don't want them ties
You can't hold you end, I am not surprised
High up in clouds, looking like a star
Put a bitch on like a brouche
She be talking to me through her post
You just an accessory, you not a necessity
Bout my green my celery
Speak up when addressing me
All them niggas do is flex
All them bitches do is stress
We just worried bout these checks
We not that impressed
All around we blessed
We still working while they rest
All I want from this is sex
You not on that I'm like
Next, next, next, next
Next next, next
Tell them bitches to the
Left, left, left, left
Left, left, left