Joell Ortiz, !llmind - I Just Might lyrics
[Joell Ortiz, !llmind - I Just Might lyrics]
Man, fuck around and I just might
I just might go up to the
Heights on my new bike, painted Spyder white
Crawl up on your bitch at a Dyckman light
Helmet half off and get some helmet
Later on inspired by the pipes
Or I just might, hit a
Spot on Steinway right
See what the vibe is like
Tell 'em bring a few bottles over
But don't provide the light
Get the aluminum pole and fire right
And smoke Blue Mist hookah the entire night
I just might fill my truck
Up with some lady friends
Front on the hood like the Mercedes Benz sign
You ain't ever seen this kind
They all Canadians
That'll hop out this whip with big
Apples like the state we in
Nigga, I just might say fuck and slide up
To Harlem and check my nigga PO
Post up right on his corner
And light a cigarillo
It's a million fish in the sea up there
I chase mine while sippin' the Nemo
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just might do a business
Dinner in my slippers
Be thirty minutes late and then
Show up with a stripper
Pay the whole check in cash and tell
The owner he should tip her
I'm grown, call me Mr
I just might rock this mean hat that I bought
Throw on some clean basketball shorts
Hit a Nets game, give Jay Z dap at halfcourt
Then slide to 40
40 for a shot of Jack and take off
Or I just might make my jeweler make
A piece at four in the morn'
Tell him meet me outside the club
And throw the shit on
Have it swingin' in the afty
Swing on you if you tap me
Bloody your khakis
I just might do what I fuckin' like
Fuck shorty 'cause her and my
Ex look fuckin' alike and do shit in the bed
That my ex wouldn't like
And fly my ex in on the next fuckin' flight
You fuckin' right
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend
Wait, wait up wait, wait up
Wait, wait up wait, wait up
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just might go up to the
Heights on my new bike, painted Spyder white
Crawl up on your bitch at a Dyckman light
Helmet half off and get some helmet
Later on inspired by the pipes
Or I just might, hit a
Spot on Steinway right
See what the vibe is like
Tell 'em bring a few bottles over
But don't provide the light
Get the aluminum pole and fire right
And smoke Blue Mist hookah the entire night
I just might fill my truck
Up with some lady friends
Front on the hood like the Mercedes Benz sign
You ain't ever seen this kind
They all Canadians
That'll hop out this whip with big
Apples like the state we in
Nigga, I just might say fuck and slide up
To Harlem and check my nigga PO
Post up right on his corner
And light a cigarillo
It's a million fish in the sea up there
I chase mine while sippin' the Nemo
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just might do a business
Dinner in my slippers
Be thirty minutes late and then
Show up with a stripper
Pay the whole check in cash and tell
The owner he should tip her
I'm grown, call me Mr
I just might rock this mean hat that I bought
Throw on some clean basketball shorts
Hit a Nets game, give Jay Z dap at halfcourt
Then slide to 40
40 for a shot of Jack and take off
Or I just might make my jeweler make
A piece at four in the morn'
Tell him meet me outside the club
And throw the shit on
Have it swingin' in the afty
Swing on you if you tap me
Bloody your khakis
I just might do what I fuckin' like
Fuck shorty 'cause her and my
Ex look fuckin' alike and do shit in the bed
That my ex wouldn't like
And fly my ex in on the next fuckin' flight
You fuckin' right
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend
Wait, wait up wait, wait up
Wait, wait up wait, wait up
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty
Tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round
That I can spend wait, wait up