JID - Despacito Too lyrics

U-U-U-U-Uptown
Ayy, it's, it's all for the kids man
This-this shit for the kids, hahahah
For the little children, uh, um

I can be, whatever I want to be
Bet not a bitch or a nigga
Stand in front of me i got the devil in the
Pockets of my dungarees
Taking a dump on anything
That standing under me
I can be your dream guy or
I can be your nightmare
Born on Halloween night
It seems like a light year
Double my Sprite, hey my guy
Do you got a light? yeah
Squash stampede, plenty lion and many bison
Huh seen some, seen one
But it's not many like 'em
When I fry or when I die
Bury me with many mics, yeah
I can be, whatever I want to be
Bet not a pussy ass nigga
Stand in front of me
Took a stop at the light
Made a right on humble street
Guess I been buzzin' like
A motherfucking bumblebee
Tryna turn this honey tree into a money tree
But it's only one of me
And y'all niggas the son of me god

Wait, wait if I win this, like
It's gonna be something
But I don't know what it's gon' be

Uh, okay I'm gonna be, whatever I want to be
Bet not a bitch or a nigga
Stand in front of me
They tryna snatch this motherfucking
Rug from under me
But never stumble, young man rumble
The sensei
The JID babe, Mutombo, the brass ensemble
Cop an eighth and spend the
Last on paper and fronto
So at Thanksgiving, I'm your drunk ass uncle
On the corner, that junky that mumble
The little nigga that climbed
The hair of Rapunzel
I'm the shrimp beside your gumbo
I make myself sick, damn
Dick down doctor, that's the JID
Give a health check
I'm the wrong letter that made it
Up out your spell check
Fucking up your texts, uh, I'm electric
I'm a Lexus i'm the evidence
Like the shell case when the shell hit
But I never tell shit
I'm cold with the flow and come
From the bottom like whale shit
I know what I know
And I know that you prolly fail shit
'Cause y'all niggas selfish, and
My niggas desperate, damn

Damn, fuck i wish I knew, Black Panther
But he's not real
Fuck man, homie, I don't know not real
What you trying?

Um, look they saying, "What you wanna be
JID? What you wanna be, kid?
A doctor, a lawyer
Exploring the coral reef shit?
A football player, a track sprinter
I know you run fast
Oh you gon' be a rapper with your dumb ass
Just because you used to
Bump 'Kast, talk fast
And can tap a drum pad
You thinkin' that the world's
Going mad? Bighead, short ass
Big eye, bug-eye, drug head, shoo fly
Don't bother me"
I'ma be better than y'all will be, tryna be
Y'all see all for one, all for me, shit
You niggas ain't all for me
Motherfucker with your offering
Talk-a talk-a
Talk is cheap but so am I, I keep receipts
I beat the beat and eat the beat
So I could be the beat if I want to be
React how you want to
The son do what the son do
Rise when the gun drew
Would meet the devil in hell
But niggas'll hunt you
When it's dark all around and
You lookin' for some
But in the heart of the jungle, my nigga
You run you could be whatever you want
But better get you a gun
Better do what you want
Whatever you feel in your stomach
Whatever you gotta do at the moment
Only the strong survive
Only the strong in mind and
Soul and spirit and spine
You stand firm, you rise, it's go time
He looks determined without being ruthless

I wish I knew, Black Panther
But he's not real yeah
Not real