J.R. Writer - Take Notes lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Take Notes lyrics]
Uhh see man (what)
What you muh'fuckers fail to realize is
(what's that?) i am that nigga (true)
And ain't shit you could do about that
Ya underdig? Uhh, yeah
I'm a hooligan hater
But I move like a player
Take a look up in my closet
(look) every shoe'll be gator
Have your baby mother drillin
Out the coupe when I slay her
You couldn't get the bitch to tip
If you was a waiter
You ain't marketable, why argue wit'chu
I'm in the Maybach tryin to
Find parkin for two
Who? The God of this breddren, the weapon
You ain't seein numbers, your career is on 67
Your track list is crackless
I use it as a ash kit like hold up, yeah
Flick ya ashes on this whack shit
This ain't that piff, homie I will finish ya
Black suit's, black cars
Ho I'm like the senator
Or kinda similar, plus ask the DJ's
I put out fire
Like I'm holdin an extinguisher
New shit every week, new piff, very heat
I'll show you how to do this
Your music is very sweet
I mastered this, you're average
Nigga you should take notes
You bastards sick, I'm back with piff
But nigga you should take notes
I'll show you how to stack your chips
Most of y'all are straight broke
I mastered this, what crack you spit
Nigga you should take notes
You ain't gotta jack my shit
I'll show you how to bake coke
Turn it to a half a brick
Make the game chain smoke
Find a town, stack ya chips
Cause most of y'all are straight broke
I mastered this, you're average
Nigga you should take notes
The law watch him, I'm car droppin
You hard toppin
These player haters can't stand
To see JR poppin
But the star's boxin, how I get 'em off me
With left jabs, fag, call me Bernard Hopkins
The heat of the night, they heated I'm nice
Sleeped in my Nikes
With not a damn crease in my whites
While you sucker-for-lovers make a
Freak off ya wife
And throw cuffs on her like you
'bout to read her her rights, right
I'm hard as fuck, you target ducks
You ain't spittin hard enough
Listen here mami, tsunami couldn't wash me up
Child's a pro, my style is
Whoa, verse is wow, hurt 'em how
Homey I am versatile
You lookin at a talent show
So, get used to the, hot bars movin ya
Loosin ya I'm Lucifer, sittin on Jupiter
Listen this is proof, prick you are a fluke
I got this wrapped up
It's useless for you to get in the booth
Holla
What you muh'fuckers fail to realize is
(what's that?) i am that nigga (true)
And ain't shit you could do about that
Ya underdig? Uhh, yeah
I'm a hooligan hater
But I move like a player
Take a look up in my closet
(look) every shoe'll be gator
Have your baby mother drillin
Out the coupe when I slay her
You couldn't get the bitch to tip
If you was a waiter
You ain't marketable, why argue wit'chu
I'm in the Maybach tryin to
Find parkin for two
Who? The God of this breddren, the weapon
You ain't seein numbers, your career is on 67
Your track list is crackless
I use it as a ash kit like hold up, yeah
Flick ya ashes on this whack shit
This ain't that piff, homie I will finish ya
Black suit's, black cars
Ho I'm like the senator
Or kinda similar, plus ask the DJ's
I put out fire
Like I'm holdin an extinguisher
New shit every week, new piff, very heat
I'll show you how to do this
Your music is very sweet
I mastered this, you're average
Nigga you should take notes
You bastards sick, I'm back with piff
But nigga you should take notes
I'll show you how to stack your chips
Most of y'all are straight broke
I mastered this, what crack you spit
Nigga you should take notes
You ain't gotta jack my shit
I'll show you how to bake coke
Turn it to a half a brick
Make the game chain smoke
Find a town, stack ya chips
Cause most of y'all are straight broke
I mastered this, you're average
Nigga you should take notes
The law watch him, I'm car droppin
You hard toppin
These player haters can't stand
To see JR poppin
But the star's boxin, how I get 'em off me
With left jabs, fag, call me Bernard Hopkins
The heat of the night, they heated I'm nice
Sleeped in my Nikes
With not a damn crease in my whites
While you sucker-for-lovers make a
Freak off ya wife
And throw cuffs on her like you
'bout to read her her rights, right
I'm hard as fuck, you target ducks
You ain't spittin hard enough
Listen here mami, tsunami couldn't wash me up
Child's a pro, my style is
Whoa, verse is wow, hurt 'em how
Homey I am versatile
You lookin at a talent show
So, get used to the, hot bars movin ya
Loosin ya I'm Lucifer, sittin on Jupiter
Listen this is proof, prick you are a fluke
I got this wrapped up
It's useless for you to get in the booth
Holla