Duvy, Mar Guwop, JS Sav - Jane Babies lyrics
[Duvy, Mar Guwop, JS Sav - Jane Babies lyrics]
17, it's Duvy
Ah
They don't know shordy basic
Rather smoke dope and just face it
Too much runnin' around that block
Block boys, yeah
Who keep dope in the ceiling
I caught the case but I beat it
No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway
Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day
Skinny boy, but I want more cake
Turn you to hot steak
Nippin', yeah, on front page
But we some Jane babies
Fell in love with that chrome
Bend your block when I want
Pull up, tell you, "Bye"
Bossy bitch, yeah, I want top, yeah, we grown
Duvy ain't in love with no ho
That boy he got a money fetish
Pistol packin', yeah
Them youngings up and blastin'
Can't tell you 'bout them days, yeah
We was stuck up in a abandoned
Livin' reckless, Mama stressin'
I got me another weapon
Want kill 'em all, now I'm rappin'
Keeping one eye open
Shawty just stay in your lane
Advise you keep 'em away
I know them niggas fake
So I just got ride with one in the cane
And yeah, I'm posted in Canes
They don't know shordy basic
Rather smoke dope and just face it
Too much runnin' around that block
Block boys, yeah
Who keep dope in the ceiling
I caught the case but I beat it
No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway
Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day
Skinny boy, but I want more cake
Turn you to hot steak
Nippin', yeah, on front page
But we some Jane babies
Jane babies, we post daily
Serve like the eighties
We going brazy
Cross me twice, nigga, shit can get shady
Big poles, Navy
Put him in a framing
With some shottas, they take your top off
Free my niggas, they some villains
They love to start stuff
Phone ringin', I can't miss it
Need that guala
Jane baby, we was starvin', had no option
Yeah, we out to get you
That money coming through
What to say, do
Yeah, pullin' up in all black, 40 compact
Yeah, shooters out to get you
They don't know shordy basic
Rather smoke dope and just face it
Too much runnin' around that block
Block boys, yeah
Who keep dope in the ceiling
I caught the case but I beat it
No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway
Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day
Skinny boy, but I want more cake
Turn you to hot steak
Nippin', yeah, on front page
But we some Jane babies
Ah
They don't know shordy basic
Rather smoke dope and just face it
Too much runnin' around that block
Block boys, yeah
Who keep dope in the ceiling
I caught the case but I beat it
No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway
Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day
Skinny boy, but I want more cake
Turn you to hot steak
Nippin', yeah, on front page
But we some Jane babies
Fell in love with that chrome
Bend your block when I want
Pull up, tell you, "Bye"
Bossy bitch, yeah, I want top, yeah, we grown
Duvy ain't in love with no ho
That boy he got a money fetish
Pistol packin', yeah
Them youngings up and blastin'
Can't tell you 'bout them days, yeah
We was stuck up in a abandoned
Livin' reckless, Mama stressin'
I got me another weapon
Want kill 'em all, now I'm rappin'
Keeping one eye open
Shawty just stay in your lane
Advise you keep 'em away
I know them niggas fake
So I just got ride with one in the cane
And yeah, I'm posted in Canes
They don't know shordy basic
Rather smoke dope and just face it
Too much runnin' around that block
Block boys, yeah
Who keep dope in the ceiling
I caught the case but I beat it
No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway
Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day
Skinny boy, but I want more cake
Turn you to hot steak
Nippin', yeah, on front page
But we some Jane babies
Jane babies, we post daily
Serve like the eighties
We going brazy
Cross me twice, nigga, shit can get shady
Big poles, Navy
Put him in a framing
With some shottas, they take your top off
Free my niggas, they some villains
They love to start stuff
Phone ringin', I can't miss it
Need that guala
Jane baby, we was starvin', had no option
Yeah, we out to get you
That money coming through
What to say, do
Yeah, pullin' up in all black, 40 compact
Yeah, shooters out to get you
They don't know shordy basic
Rather smoke dope and just face it
Too much runnin' around that block
Block boys, yeah
Who keep dope in the ceiling
I caught the case but I beat it
No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway
Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day
Skinny boy, but I want more cake
Turn you to hot steak
Nippin', yeah, on front page
But we some Jane babies