Jugg Harden, Babyface Ray - Jewelry lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jugg Harden, Babyface Ray - Jewelry lyrics]
All this jewelry?
You ever seen a handgun turn to a fully?
Skinny nigga, but when I get the up, bitch
I'm a bully
Prepared for my actions, if I'm lackin'
They gon' cook me
Nigga disrespect me, put my last on him
Put lil' slime on your ass
Have a blast on him
I got fake trust issues, I put my past on it
I put food in niggas' stomach
But I won't brag on it
If you jump back on the 'Gram
We gotta spin the block
Just to link up with the opps
I'll spin a thot brodie came for your life
Don't even want your clock
I got bitches in Ohio out there sellin' Wock'
Every time we make it home another victory
She let me fuck
Knowin' me and her best friend got history
Girl, your man a bitch to me
He can't shoot the blick for me
I be lettin' bitches be
They still wanna stick with me
I'm the rapper
I ain't 'posed to be front line
But ain't nobody out here
Dyin' off of punchlines
I'ma go out beatin' on the
Opps like I'm King Von (RIP)
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' baby
Just wanna rewind
Hate sayin' RIP i'd rather scream
"Free mine"
I got a habit, I can't stay up outta Revive
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm strapped
'cause I keep mine
Hate sayin' RIP i'd rather scream
"Free mine"
You ever seen a nigga robbin'
All this jewelry?
You ever seen a handgun turn to a fully?
Skinny nigga, but when I get the up, bitch
I'm a bully
Prepared for my actions, if I'm lackin'
They gon' cook me
Nigga disrespect me, put my last on him
Put lil' slime on your ass
Have a blast on him
I got fake trust issues, I put my past on it
I put food in niggas' stomach
But I won't brag on it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
MIA Season, still givin' niggas
The work, yes, sir
I'll have my lil' niggas come and
Rip the tag off you
Supercharged, I put this bitch in S
And I go fast on 'em
I run through shit, I spin around so much
I done went Taz on 'em
She talkin' shit, I won't say
Shit back to her, i went Chaz on 'em
My homies in the hood don't
Come and grab 'em, my Arabs want 'em
(No cap) you ever went to serve a
Nigga with your jewelry on?
You ever put 'em on
Your back? Michael Corleone
Two chocolate bitches and one light, ooh
That's an Oreo a college town, I had to
Match, I'm not a tourist, though
Yeah, ayy, I been gettin' comfortable
Bitches meet me, see me
Eat me quicker than a Lunchable
Trappers see me, greet me, be like, "Face
I swear I fuck with you"
I know I'm rappin' now
But I did everything you wanted to
How you ain't see the signs? Look
I was warning you
Don't fall asleep with thots
They be recording you
I took off on these niggas
Like what would Jordan do?
I bet them lil' niggas I got more than you
Jugg Harden, I'm the Slim Reaper
Five-seveN on me, ridin' with the grim reaper
When you look like money
Everybody turn leeches
Dior on my body, dior on my sneakers
Let the top back, woo
Poppin' smoke when I'm speakin'
Demons in my mind
I be cleaner than the deacon
I was thinkin' crime
Tryna be as big as Meech
That's the Water Gang, got more
Waves than the beaches, nigga
Yeah jugg Harden, what's the deal, nigga?
The fuck goin' on?