Lieu - ​jame lyrics

[Lieu - ​jame lyrics]

Oh, oh, I feel like Rab
Pull up to your block
I'm still afraid of the cops
 I can't go out like that
I do not care what you want
I feel like Jame with that bag
True religion on my pants
I do my lil money dance
I'm makin' money 'cause I feel like it
Tryna knock me off my
Grind, I'm like, "Boy, can you stop?"
Walk in that bitch, they like
"Wow" I keep a bullet in that Glock
And we ain't foldin' we on top
We about to jugg all he got
Oh, oh, I feel like Rab
Pull up to your block
I'm still afraid of the cops
I can't go out like that
I do not care what you want
I feel like Jame with that bag


True religion on my pants
I do my lil money dance
I'm makin' money 'cause I feel like it
Tryna knock me off my
Grind, I'm like, "Boy, can you stop?"
Walk in that bitch, they like
"Wow" I keep a bullet in that Glock
And we ain't foldin' we on top
Wе about to jugg all he got

(I'm makin' money like Jamе, bitch
I'm makin' money like Jame
Choppa gon' spray, he talk down
Choppa gon' spray
Bitch, I'm makin' money like Jame
I'm makin' money for Jame
I'm makin' money with Jame
I'm makin' money, don't give a fuck
Bitch, 'cause you a lame, I'm makin'
Money, make money for Jame, make money)

Shoutout Jame, Jame is the goat
I don't know the fuck Jame is
Oh, oh, I feel like Rab
Pull up to your block
I'm still afraid of the cops
I can't go out like that
I do not care what you want
I feel like Jame with that bag
True religion on my pants
I do my lil money d-

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